R.I.P. (feat. A-Zeus & LrdBrn)
Man they call me AZ
I get it popping
From NY to AZ
Catch me in a H-3
Running back no safety
Man that shit amaze me
Went from Riyadh to Dub V
Ain't nobody above me
That shit just disgust me
Catch me on the
West-Side, connecting like I'm WC
Keep a bit low-key
While yo bitch on me
15 in the clip, One in the chamber
That's a sweet 16
My shit so mean
Servin sick dope fiends
I double bands, my hustle grand
I'm on my T.I. shit
That special plan, ten rap commands
I'm on my B.I. bitch
With the chronic and the herb
Man I'm polished; straight robotics
I'm the bombest with the words
Mix hypnotic, gin and tonic
Like Adonis with the swerve
Gotta die for them to listen
Yet I'm shinning with the prism
And these rocks they start to the glisten
And these rhymes is all I'm pitching
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they catching me out
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they ain't catching me out
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Grip the pound
I fit the crown
My shit profound
Distinctive sound
Dismiss the crowd
Piff the loud
Then spit my vows, like
I ain't gotta wait too much
And plus I weigh too much
And in all honesty?
I'm just way too much
They concerned
I play with birds
And got a way with words
In fact, I got a way with it
Hit a lick, and got away with it
Copped a brick, it got a weigh with it
I just ran through those bars, man I got a list in
Bars over heads, y'all gotta listen
I've been tryna get this guy to listen
Holy pen, how could u not give God a listen?
Y'all stare in amazement
Raps got them doing circles
That's what a maze meant
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ah
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they catching me out
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they ain't catching me out
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
I get it popping
From NY to AZ
Catch me in a H-3
Running back no safety
Man that shit amaze me
Went from Riyadh to Dub V
Ain't nobody above me
That shit just disgust me
Catch me on the
West-Side, connecting like I'm WC
Keep a bit low-key
While yo bitch on me
15 in the clip, One in the chamber
That's a sweet 16
My shit so mean
Servin sick dope fiends
I double bands, my hustle grand
I'm on my T.I. shit
That special plan, ten rap commands
I'm on my B.I. bitch
With the chronic and the herb
Man I'm polished; straight robotics
I'm the bombest with the words
Mix hypnotic, gin and tonic
Like Adonis with the swerve
Gotta die for them to listen
Yet I'm shinning with the prism
And these rocks they start to the glisten
And these rhymes is all I'm pitching
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they catching me out
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they ain't catching me out
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Grip the pound
I fit the crown
My shit profound
Distinctive sound
Dismiss the crowd
Piff the loud
Then spit my vows, like
I ain't gotta wait too much
And plus I weigh too much
And in all honesty?
I'm just way too much
They concerned
I play with birds
And got a way with words
In fact, I got a way with it
Hit a lick, and got away with it
Copped a brick, it got a weigh with it
I just ran through those bars, man I got a list in
Bars over heads, y'all gotta listen
I've been tryna get this guy to listen
Holy pen, how could u not give God a listen?
Y'all stare in amazement
Raps got them doing circles
That's what a maze meant
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Ah
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they catching me out
Rest In Peace to my enemies now
When I'm on the mic
It's like I'm Kennedy how
I be killing shit
And they'll never figure me out
It's cold as fuck outside
That's why they ain't catching me out
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Credits
Writer(s): Bader Alsayed
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