This ain't one funeral This all of 'em Programs on the dash We ride again This ain't one funeral This all of 'em One more gone We ride again Still got the church flowers smell in the coat Air down low, homies don’t talk Lil’ homie in the back keep starin’ at the cross I just hold the lane, keep rollin’, let him watch Same signs, same stores, same faces on the block Same mamas tearin’ up for the sons they lost Same car, same seat, same black suit when one gone Ridin’ back home with the ones still on Same shit, homies still droppin’ over nothin’ Homies still droppin’ over pride and somethin’ Homies still droppin’, that’s all I’m talkin’ This ain't one funeral This all of 'em Programs on the dash We ride again This ain't one funeral This all of 'em One more gone We ride again Ameen in my mouth, dirt still under the nail His mama hugged my chest, damn near made me fail Programs on the dash, mud bent in the fold Black suit smell like cologne, grave dirt, gun smoke Same folks in black, same hard face, same lie Same little boys watchin’ grown men not cry I done seen prayer rugs laid right by a burner So don’t tell me God don’t watch — He just wait longer Ride back quiet, but the whole car shut Auntie said my name, I just looked down and cut Money in the safe, Qur’an by the bed Still hear the gunshot bangin’ in my head Ain’t nothin’ gangsta ’bout the shit that’s left Just a man still breathin’ with the dead on his chest This ain't one funeral This all of 'em Programs on the dash We ride again This ain't one funeral This all of 'em One more gone We ride again Same ride home Every time Same ride home