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[formerly known as CHIP THA RIPPER]

"Fresh At My Funeral"
[feat. GLC & Chevy Woods]

[Verse 1: King Chip]
King Chip up in this ho
Fresh about the liquor store
Swagging, if you didn't know
Yeah, I bet them bitches known
Throwing niggas straight out the hood on Wikipedia
King Chip, fucking lonely up in the media
Straight up out the ghetto with the knowledge of an oracle
Most these rap niggas is some ho's, how the story go
Up until age 19, I was very pot'
Strong at selling raps [-] 'bout the ghetto folks
St. Clair Ave, that's where you get your head buzz
Seen alot of shit, but when I was young I never said much
Only if I knew you, would I be all on some cool shit
Seen alot of my nigga's dead on the pool pit
I could get my hands on the blam in a heartbeat
Only when you had your fair of death, do you start beef
I'd seen some nigga's, getting hundred like some fucking [-]
Wonder why I have no heart, that's all I known for all my years
Nigga's know, make it out my hood on some rap shit
Therefore, I am legend living fantastic
If you roll a nice one, motherfucker pass it
Light my air max up before you drop the casket
If you roll a nice one, motherfucker pass it
Light my air max up before you drop the casket

[Verse 2: GLC]
GLC, the airs on mister visionary
Seen my face next to his, I am in a dictionary
These pussy ass lames they just can't compare me
My bitches they just don't complain when you got a Chevy
I was 16 when I got a Chevy,
Came up from a partout of fucking heavy
Gospel, talk to apostoles
Who you know that who shit and fuck like [-]
I know, the truth will get you goofy nigga's
Holding nigga's balls, y'all some groupie nigga's
Flexing definition, riding hoopty nigga's
[-] I be manifesting [-] sushi nigga
Cool out, that silk shit I rule out
Chip got it cracking out in Cleveland, so I flew out
Got these hoes going down low, like the [-] out
I'm about that money and the power, what is you 'bout

[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
I'm balling' just like John Walk
Bitch, call me the wizard!
Couple years before, you know a nigga had that wizard
White T from the corner store was my shizard
Breaking angles, cross serve, I know that'
Fresh from the' smell the things while I was chilling
I was smoking Kush up in the hotels in Michigan
Where you think I came from? Lil niggas passing town
When you hear G speak, hurry up,
All we do is cash checks, I'll be in them' Jacks
Ten in the rubber banks, no less, I need 90 packs
Blend up an old nigga, tell the ' is fully you
What's your point dumb ass? You ain't never try to shoot!
Niggas saying' play something'
Pussy niggas, what your bet? nigga, I don't need a price.
I keep it' nigga, but it's weekend
Ship said it got it popping, quit traffic, Clevland

Light my air, light my air bags up before you
Light my air bags up before you
Light my air bags up before you
Light the casket!
Light my air bags
Light my air bags

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