Lil Keek - Funeral Home Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Late night calls I never wanna hear again
Momma's voice shakin', know just what she gonna say
Another brother gone, another day we gotta pray
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Studio empty but I still hear your beats play
Memory's haunting me, can't get your face away
Last time we linked up, you was talkin' 'bout tomorrow
Now I'm standin' here in black, drowning in this sorrow
F*ck these pills that took you, f*ck this game we played
Could've reached out brother, before you slipped away
Now I'm mixing tracks alone, your chair collecting dust
Streets don't give a f*ck about the ones we trust

[Chorus]
Funeral home to the corner store (yeah)
Tryna cope but I can't ignore (nah)
Messages I can't delete no more (never)
Mama calling 'bout who we lost before (damn)
Heart monitor beeping in my dreams
Nothing's ever really what it seems
Pour this drink but can't pour out this pain
Wonder if you knew you'd never make it out the game

[Verse 2]
They expect me hard, but this shit got me broken
All these feelings buried deep remain unspoken
In the booth I'm different, vulnerability flowing
Strip away this mask, real emotions showing
Remember when we said we'd make it to the top?
Now your name's another headline that I gotta block
Can't even play your beats without my hands shaking
Every bar I write feels like my heart's breaking

[Bridge]
(Distorted voice message plays)
"Baby, please call me back..."

[Verse 3]
Streets ain't ready for this type of conversation
Real blacks cry too, f*ck your expectations
Missing calls from mom, can't face the situation
Lost too many brothers to this same temptation
Studio sessions feel like funeral processions
Learning bout survival through these painful lessons
Sometimes I wonder if you knew that night
Last beat you made would be your goodbye

[Outro]
Rest easy brother, till we meet again
Your beats still knocking, through this pain, amen
Yeah, yeah...
(Fade out with distorted 808s)