[Intro – Funeral Brass + Lighter Flick]
[Casket lowering into mud]
I come from a place where funerals got dress codes…
[808 rattles softly]
and poverty got family roots.
Welcome to the swamp.
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[Verse 1]
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Black suit tailored like a mob ghost,
Gold teeth shine like the devil close.
Swamp water in my veins, that’s hereditary,
Heart cold as a cemetery in February.
Funeral money stuffed in the gator wallet,
Mama cried once, now she move polished.
Pain made etiquette outta survival,
Now my smile got hints of denial.
Candles flicker while the choir sway,
I got sins tucked underneath Cartier.
Flow mildew-heavy, straight flood-born,
Talk slick but my soul storm-worn.
Graveyard wisdom in my cologne scent,
Bourbon intuition where my conscience went.
I done seen rich men drown in pride,
Seen broke saints keep God alive.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Bass]
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Funeral money, funeral dreams…
Louisiana raised kings from grief.
Black umbrellas when the brass band cry,
Down South even death got style.
Funeral money, swamp-born hustle…
Pain taught elegance to struggle.
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[Verse 2]
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I got cypress roots underneath designer shoes,
Talk fly ‘cause survival hate lookin’ bruised.
The swamp made philosophers out hustlers,
Now every conversation sound like scripture.
Codeine nights with the rain tap-dancin’,
Demons moonwalk through my mansion.
Mirrors fogged from the ghosts I keep,
Even success still don’t help me sleep.
Cross on my neck but the chain too heavy,
God on my mind but the sins stay ready.
Youngins look at me like prophecy now,
Whole city hear pain in my vowels.
I’m from where church bells and sirens harmonize,
Where trauma get baptized and monetized.
Even the roses grow gothic here,
Beauty and death drink from the same tears.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
The South taught me:
look expensive…
even when your spirit bankrupt.
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Black water ripple when the moonlight hit…
Swamp scripture written in elegance.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Brass]
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Funeral money, velvet decay…
Still thank God I escaped the grave.
Funeral money, flooded ambition…
Louisiana made my superstition.
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[Outro – Thunder + Funeral Trumpet]
[Cash counting slowly]
Down here…
even survival wear gold teeth.
