Dopeboy Funeral

(Intro – Spoken, Calm & Cold)

This for every mother who buried her son in silence

For every homie who sold death then died by it

For the ones we toasted, then forgot by Friday

Dopeboys don't get halos — they get headlines and caskets

(Verse 1)

Black hoodie, gold chain, coffin shut tight

He looked just like he did when he was servin' at night

Still had the tats, still had the cold grip

Still had the bulletproof smile and the pain on his lips

They said, "Rest in peace" — but we know damn well

He ain't restin', he just moved from the trap to hell

Talkin' 'bout, "He was a good one," nah — he was a *real* one

Pushed dope, pulled triggers, and fed his lil' one

But the game don't cry, it just reloads clips

Pours liquor, rolls blunts, and forgets who slipped

We dress up in black like we saints for the day

Then go flip a pack where his body still lay

(Chorus)

This a dopeboy funeral — no choir, no grace

Just pit bulls barkin' and cops on the chase

Ain't no angels in the sky, just ash in the wind

Another young hustler gone — and it won't be the end

They put you in the dirt, but the street still call

Like "Who's next?" while your picture fade off the wall

You died with your name in a bag full of pain

Now your mama light candles while the block gettin' paid

(Verse 2)

I watched your mama cry over that closed lid

While the same dope you sold killed another kid

It's a cycle of the savage, we just rats in the trap

Either you sell it or sniff it — but you ain't comin' back

And I ain't judgin' — I did the same shit

Fed the hood poison just to eat and not quit

But when I saw you in that box, face froze in place

I felt my own soul twitch like it wanted to trade

They say the feds watch the funeral from a van

Snappin' pics of the crew like they ain't next, man

Your cousin had the heat tucked under his coat

And your brother pulled a fifth and said, "Here's to hope"

But there ain't none left when you livin' this life

Just a headstone date and a flickering light

You used to dream of chains, now they diggin' your plot

And I'm left with regret for the years we lost

(Chorus)

This a dopeboy funeral — no choir, no grace

Just pit bulls barkin' and cops on the chase

Ain't no angels in the sky, just ash in the wind

Another young hustler gone — and it won't be the end

They put you in the dirt, but the street still call

Like "Who's next?" while your picture fade off the wall

You died with your name in a bag full of pain

Now your mama light candles while the block gettin' paid

(Bridge – Emotional Shift)

I left a rose on your casket, a verse in my head

Said I'd get clean if they ever found you dead

But I didn't — I lit one up by the hearse

Then prayed to a god I don't trust to lift the curse

(Final Chorus – Raw, No Harmony)

This a dopeboy funeral — tears in the dirt

And every last word just add to the hurt

You ain't just a body — you was war in disguise

You ain't just a number — you was pain in our eyes

They buried you in black, but we bleed in red

And every block we walk, you walk it ahead

Yeah, the game took your breath, but the guilt took mine

I'm alive at your funeral — still servin' my time

(Outro – Spoken Grit)

Some of us die with a bag in our hand

The rest of us die a little slower, watchin' it happen