[Intro: Atlanta trap male MC, low and cold over a dark bell melody] Lay me on the table, read the chart out loud ATL, tell 'em what the monitor say now [Verse 1: Atlanta trap male MC, menacing Atlanta trap flow, every bar on the 808] Monday you was postin' that my music passed away Had a candle, had a photo, had a caption and a date Tuesday it was shared around by everybody in the trap Wednesday you was playin' it to show 'em it was flat Thursday somebody asked you why you mournin' every night So you played 'em one more verse to prove it wasn't right Friday you was in the comments sayin' rest in peace again Every week you hold a service and it's standin' room, my friend [Pre-Hook: Atlanta trap male MC, the 808 pulls back to a lone kick] You keep sayin' it out loud and you say it with your chest Every time you call it dead, it get louder than the rest [Hook: Atlanta trap male MC, full 808, hard clap, menacing Atlanta trap hook] You keep sayin' that it's dead, every week it's more pronounced Read the eulogy so loud that the whole block heard it out Call the time of death again, I'm still breathin' in the crowd Thank you for the funeral, look how big the turnout [Verse 2: Atlanta trap male MC, colder, bars land on the clap] You the coroner on Friday and a critic Saturday Write a toe tag in the mornin', hum the hook along the way Told your cousin it was over while you drove him to the store Then you turned the volume up 'cause he ain't heard it before Funny how a corpse got you rappin' every bar Funny how the burial keep playin' in your car You keep shovelin' the dirt and I keep climbin' out the hole Every shovel that you throw just turned the headstone gold [Pre-Hook: Atlanta trap male MC, the 808 pulls back to a lone kick] You keep sayin' it out loud and you say it with your chest Every time you call it dead, it get louder than the rest [Hook: Atlanta trap male MC, full 808, hard clap, menacing Atlanta trap hook] You keep sayin' that it's dead, every week it's more pronounced Read the eulogy so loud that the whole block heard it out Call the time of death again, I'm still breathin' in the crowd Thank you for the funeral, look how big the turnout [Breakdown: Atlanta trap male MC, flatline, the beat flattens into one long monitor tone, two hard thumps, then the 808 slams back] Clear! Say it slow, pro-nounced, put the stress on every part Means it stands out in a room, means it's loud right from the start Read the chart in the ATL, see the line go up again You announced it was the end, it was trendin' by the end [Final Hook: Atlanta trap male MC, full 808, hard clap, menacing Atlanta trap hook] You keep sayin' that it's dead, every week it's more pronounced Read the eulogy so loud that the whole block heard it out Call the time of death again, I'm still breathin' in the crowd Thank you for the funeral, look how big the turnout [End]
