R.I.P.
Yeah
On God
Pop shit like a game of cod
Big fish in this bitch no cod
Blake Griff nigga send that lob
Chains looking like corn on the cob
Niggas talking like they finna see tomorrow
Life story full of pain full of sorrow
This life ain't mine it's borrowed
Kodak taking pics with a Samsung
Get killed for some shit that your man done
Me and you no guns put them hands up
Got a dime she be telling me I'm handsome
Lord forgive me for the things that happened
Everything went red blood splatter
I can't even recall what the outcome was but I know that nigga head on a platter
Jesus help I think I got a disease
We was talking now that nigga deceased
Not my fault and I'm not taking the blame
They shouldn't have let this fucking dog off the leash
No Grammy but God dammit I want it
My baby preggo put my hand on her stomach
I tell my little one that daddy is coming the top in reach and I'm just climbing the mountain
Crushing rocks my shit it flow like a fountain
Need my liquor I'm not living without it
Homie dead and I'm not leaving without him
Niggas try me I don't know why they doubt it
The chains move I rush niggas and hang dudes you fuck niggas some lame dudes don't fuck with us we bang too you duck end up as gang food
We ain't walking in the same shoes
I done put my city on the map got a baddie in the back with the homie make it clap
Niggas ain't living like that it's all cap
Pop a goofy nigga just for reaching for a dap
I don't even think we in the same league can't be unless all these niggas just got overlapped
Wasn't fucking with my old shit so I had a make a tape and every song just snap
Lord forgive me man I'm rolling again
No forgiveness dog I'm rolling in sin
Bodied all of my opponents again
Media got us disowning our skin
Niggas run like egg nog
Pop and take your heads off
You Ken Dolls is dead wrong
Snitching putting the feds on
Let me tell you niggas something
I ain't the one for the bullshit nigga I'll pop my shit then leave
Back in the day I was running niggas pockets cause they used to try to check my steez
You ain't got shit for me, dip if you wanna make Christmas Eve
And I ain't playing no more games with you niggas I ain't finna let this track breathe
I can't even roll in peace
Shoot a goofy nigga then I throw the peace
Now that nigga so deceased
Can't wait to have my son realest nigga in her ovaries
Tryna send a nigga overseas
Bring it on I'm the coldest G
Choppa sing like Jodessy
Left me in the dirt wasn't even looking back now that bitch can't get over me
Bars real toasty like a pop tart
I'm just tryna make it to the top charts
Niggas tryna run up on me well it's not smart
Got em dialing 3 numbers calling Paul Blart
Yeah
On God
Pop shit like a game of cod
Big fish in this bitch no cod
Blake Griff nigga send that lob
Chains looking like corn on the cob
Niggas talking like they finna see tomorrow
Life story full of pain full of sorrow
This life ain't mine it's borrowed
Kodak taking pics with a Samsung
Get killed for some shit that your man done
Me and you no guns put them hands up
Got a dime she be telling me I'm handsome
Lord forgive me for the things that happened
Everything went red blood splatter
I can't even recall what the outcome was but I know that nigga head on a platter
On God
Pop shit like a game of cod
Big fish in this bitch no cod
Blake Griff nigga send that lob
Chains looking like corn on the cob
Niggas talking like they finna see tomorrow
Life story full of pain full of sorrow
This life ain't mine it's borrowed
Kodak taking pics with a Samsung
Get killed for some shit that your man done
Me and you no guns put them hands up
Got a dime she be telling me I'm handsome
Lord forgive me for the things that happened
Everything went red blood splatter
I can't even recall what the outcome was but I know that nigga head on a platter
Jesus help I think I got a disease
We was talking now that nigga deceased
Not my fault and I'm not taking the blame
They shouldn't have let this fucking dog off the leash
No Grammy but God dammit I want it
My baby preggo put my hand on her stomach
I tell my little one that daddy is coming the top in reach and I'm just climbing the mountain
Crushing rocks my shit it flow like a fountain
Need my liquor I'm not living without it
Homie dead and I'm not leaving without him
Niggas try me I don't know why they doubt it
The chains move I rush niggas and hang dudes you fuck niggas some lame dudes don't fuck with us we bang too you duck end up as gang food
We ain't walking in the same shoes
I done put my city on the map got a baddie in the back with the homie make it clap
Niggas ain't living like that it's all cap
Pop a goofy nigga just for reaching for a dap
I don't even think we in the same league can't be unless all these niggas just got overlapped
Wasn't fucking with my old shit so I had a make a tape and every song just snap
Lord forgive me man I'm rolling again
No forgiveness dog I'm rolling in sin
Bodied all of my opponents again
Media got us disowning our skin
Niggas run like egg nog
Pop and take your heads off
You Ken Dolls is dead wrong
Snitching putting the feds on
Let me tell you niggas something
I ain't the one for the bullshit nigga I'll pop my shit then leave
Back in the day I was running niggas pockets cause they used to try to check my steez
You ain't got shit for me, dip if you wanna make Christmas Eve
And I ain't playing no more games with you niggas I ain't finna let this track breathe
I can't even roll in peace
Shoot a goofy nigga then I throw the peace
Now that nigga so deceased
Can't wait to have my son realest nigga in her ovaries
Tryna send a nigga overseas
Bring it on I'm the coldest G
Choppa sing like Jodessy
Left me in the dirt wasn't even looking back now that bitch can't get over me
Bars real toasty like a pop tart
I'm just tryna make it to the top charts
Niggas tryna run up on me well it's not smart
Got em dialing 3 numbers calling Paul Blart
Yeah
On God
Pop shit like a game of cod
Big fish in this bitch no cod
Blake Griff nigga send that lob
Chains looking like corn on the cob
Niggas talking like they finna see tomorrow
Life story full of pain full of sorrow
This life ain't mine it's borrowed
Kodak taking pics with a Samsung
Get killed for some shit that your man done
Me and you no guns put them hands up
Got a dime she be telling me I'm handsome
Lord forgive me for the things that happened
Everything went red blood splatter
I can't even recall what the outcome was but I know that nigga head on a platter
Credits
Writer(s): Deanthony Tutman
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