King Chip - Fresh At My Funeral Lyrics
feat. Chevy Woods & GLC[Verse 1: King Chip]King Chip up in this hoFresh about the liquor storeSwagging, if you didn't knowYeah, I bet them *****es knownThrowing niggas straight out the hood on WikipediaKing Chip, *****ing lonely up in the mediaStraight up out the ghetto with the knowledge of an oracleMost these rap niggers is some ho's, how the story goUp until age 19, I was very pot'Strong at selling raps [ - ] 'bout the ghetto folksSt. Clair Ave, that's where you get your head buzzSeen alot of shit, but when I was young i never said muchOnly if I knew you, would I be all on some cool shitSeen alot of my nigga's dead on the pool pitI could get my hands on the blam in a heartbeatOnly when you had your fair of death, do you start beefI'd seen some nigga's, getting hundred like some *****ing [ - ]Wonder why I have no heart, that's all I known for all my yearsNigga's know, make it out my hood on some rap shitTherefore, I am legend living fantasticIf you roll a nice one, mother*****er pass itLight my air max up before you drop the casketIf you roll a nice one, mother*****er pass itLight my air max up before you drop the casket[Verse 2: GLC]GLC, the airs on mister visionarySeen my face next to his, I am in a dictionaryThese ***** ass lames they just can't compare meMy *****es they just don't complain when you got a ChevyI was 16 when I got a Chevy,Came up from a partout of *****ing heavyGospel, talk to apostolesWho you know that who shit and ***** like [ - ]I know, the truth will get you goofy nigga'sHolding nigga's balls, y'all some groupie nigga'sFlexing definition, riding hoopty nigga'sI be manifesting [ - ] sushi niggaCool out, that silk shit I rule outChip got it cracking out in Cleveland, so I flew outGot these hoes going down low, like the [ - ] outI'm about that money and the power, what is you 'bout[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]I'm balling' just like John Walk*****, call me the wizard!Couple years before, you know a nigga had that wizardWhite T from the corner store was my shizardBreaking angles, cross serve, I know that'Fresh from the' smell the things while I was chillingI was smoking Kush up in the hotels in MichiganWhere you think I came from? Lil niggas passing townWhen you hear G speak, hurry up,All we do is cash checks, I'll be in them' JacksTen in the rubber banks, no less, I need 90 packsBlend up an old nigga, tell the ' is fully youWhat's your point dumb ass? You ain't never try to shoot!Niggas saying' play something'***** niggas, what your bet? nigga, I don't need a price.I keep it' nigga, but it's weekendShip said it got it popping, quit traffic, Clevland[Outro:]Light my air, light my air bags up before youLight my air bags up before youLight my air bags up before youLight the casket!Light my air bagsLight my air bagsTrack 19 on 4410810. Police in the TrunkListenAbout Fresh At My FuneralMore 44108 lyrics2. Old English5. Crown9. Vortex10. Police in the Trunk19. Fresh At My FuneralAll King Chip lyricsFollow Us2 scholars transcribed Fresh At My FuneralImLU's photoImLU32,736frspi's photofrspi1,9734 scholars annotated Fresh At My Funeralfrspi's photofrspi1,97373ImLU's photoImLU32,73637b_morgan2's photob_morgan215015nickkillian136's photonickkillian1361605Suggest an improvement or lyric correction to earn Rap IQ™You can also click the orange lyrics to leave a comment on a specific lineregGQ's photoregGQ254a month ago[Verse 1: King Chip]YeahKing Chip up in this hoeFresh up out the liquor storeSwagging, if you didn’t knowYeah, I bet them *****es knowThrow a nigga straight out the hood on WikipediaKing Chip, you *****ing lonely all up in the mediaStraight up out the ghetto with the knowledge of a oracleMost these rap niggas is some hoes, how the story goUp until age 19, I was very po'Started selling raps moved right up out the ghetto fo'St. Claire Ave, yeah that’s where you get your head bustSeen a lot of shit, but I was young i never said muchOnly if I knew you, would I be all on some cool shitSeen alot of my niggas dead on the bull pitI could get my hands on the blam in a heartbeatOnly when you have no fear of death, do you start beefI done seen some niggas get hunted like some *****ing deerWonder why I have no heart, that’s all I known for all my yearsNiggas don’t make it out my hood on no rap shitTherefore, I am legend living fantasticIf you rolled a nice one, mother*****er pass itLight my air mags up before you drop the casketYeah, King Chip!If you rolled a nice one, mother*****er pass itLight my air mags up before you drop the casket[Verse 2: GLC]GLC The ISM is a visionarySeen my face next to ISM in the dictionaryThese ***** ass lames they just can’t compare meMy *****es don’t complain when they got a ChevyI was 16 when I got a Chevy,Came up from a pak to a *****ing heavyGospel, talk to apostlesWho you know that knew that shit and ***** like CostcoI know, the truth about you goofy niggasHolding nigga’s balls, y'all some groupie niggasFlexing and finessing riding hoopty niggasI be manifesting maxin' sushi nigga!Cool out, that simp shit I rule outChip got it cracking out in Cleveland, so I flew outGot these hoes going down low like a luauI’m about that money and the power, what is you ‘bout?ISM![Bridge]Let me learn until the day I passAnd let me be each day fresher than the lastAnd let my son be kingAs the blunt burns I swear truth over the Earth[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]I’m balling' just like John Wall***** call me the wizard!Couple years ago you know a nigga had that wizardWhite T from the corner store was my shizzurBreaking ankles, crossover, I know that it hizzurFresh from the corners, know the fiends house I was chillingI was smoking kush up in them hotels in MichiganWhat you think I came for? Little niggas pressed for timeWant you hear G speak? Hurry up, press rewindAll we do is cash checks, I be in them bojacksTen in the rubber band, no less, I need 90 packsBlind up an old nigga, tell me what you schooling youWith your point guard ass, you ain’t never tryna to shootNiggas say it with your chest, play something that I’m nice***** nigga what’s your bet? Nigga, I don’t need the priceI keep the Pittsburg nigga, but this weekend…Chip said he got it popping, quick drive to Cleveland[Hook]Light up my air mags up before you drop the casket