Rip Ac
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I swear to god that it hurt
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Got me smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I miss my nigga it hurt
Cried at you funeral
Cause nigga damn nigga it hurt
My nigga since elementary
You all way put in that work
I put you on that shirt
Man I swear god that it hurt
I done lost my nigga my best friend
Shit why you have to go first
Blue rag at Kirk
And when niggas wanted that work
A.C he was down to ride
I swear to god he was first
Jumped off the porch first
Fuckin all the hoes first
When they put you in that dirt
Man I swear to god that it Hurt
Me T.B and Dubb
Me Dubb and A.C
It's done been a lot of hill Niggas
No hill niggas like we
With out my Nigga A.C
It ain't no H.T.P
And niggas say they gone hold you down
But who did the shit like me
Remember we used hoop six grade
And you wore number three
We both moved to jr high
We both chose the streets
We both chose the hill
We both chose ec
We both wore blue shirts
Then you wore gold teeth
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I swear to god that it hurt
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Got me smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I miss my nigga it hurt
When I see my nigga Chuck
Man I swear to god that it hurt
Cause I know yo brother hurt
I know Malia she hurt
I know granny she hurt
My nigga ain't on this earth
Used to smoke just a little bit
Now I smoke a lot worst
Grew my hair and went and got the braids
Cause I saw you with them hoes first
Remember when we thought Rick and Bun
Had the best weed on the earth
Used to cut school and fuck with hoes
And you would kick them out first
I swear to god we was hot boys
Bgz and Turk
I was down to ride
You was down to ride
Like we knew each other since birth
In the backfield drinking belvedere
Slink can vouch cause he was there
Living like like we ain't care
And we still live it that way
Used to go page and Mayfair
And just chill there all day
Used to stand our ground never ran away
Give a fuck what a nigga gone say
You would smoke the weed and finesse a Nigga
Like you ain't smoke all day
Get a bottle of hen then drink it up
Give a fuck about a school day
I'm hurt my nigga couldn't stay
I'm hurt it happened this way
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I swear to god that it hurt
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Got me smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I miss my nigga it hurt
Smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I swear to god that it hurt
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Got me smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I miss my nigga it hurt
Cried at you funeral
Cause nigga damn nigga it hurt
My nigga since elementary
You all way put in that work
I put you on that shirt
Man I swear god that it hurt
I done lost my nigga my best friend
Shit why you have to go first
Blue rag at Kirk
And when niggas wanted that work
A.C he was down to ride
I swear to god he was first
Jumped off the porch first
Fuckin all the hoes first
When they put you in that dirt
Man I swear to god that it Hurt
Me T.B and Dubb
Me Dubb and A.C
It's done been a lot of hill Niggas
No hill niggas like we
With out my Nigga A.C
It ain't no H.T.P
And niggas say they gone hold you down
But who did the shit like me
Remember we used hoop six grade
And you wore number three
We both moved to jr high
We both chose the streets
We both chose the hill
We both chose ec
We both wore blue shirts
Then you wore gold teeth
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I swear to god that it hurt
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Got me smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I miss my nigga it hurt
When I see my nigga Chuck
Man I swear to god that it hurt
Cause I know yo brother hurt
I know Malia she hurt
I know granny she hurt
My nigga ain't on this earth
Used to smoke just a little bit
Now I smoke a lot worst
Grew my hair and went and got the braids
Cause I saw you with them hoes first
Remember when we thought Rick and Bun
Had the best weed on the earth
Used to cut school and fuck with hoes
And you would kick them out first
I swear to god we was hot boys
Bgz and Turk
I was down to ride
You was down to ride
Like we knew each other since birth
In the backfield drinking belvedere
Slink can vouch cause he was there
Living like like we ain't care
And we still live it that way
Used to go page and Mayfair
And just chill there all day
Used to stand our ground never ran away
Give a fuck what a nigga gone say
You would smoke the weed and finesse a Nigga
Like you ain't smoke all day
Get a bottle of hen then drink it up
Give a fuck about a school day
I'm hurt my nigga couldn't stay
I'm hurt it happened this way
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I swear to god that it hurt
R.I.P A.C. I just had to write this verse
Got me smoking all of this weed
Cause damn nigga this hurt
When I think about you it hurt
When I see your family it hurt
Got me drinking all this liqueur
Cause I miss my nigga it hurt
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Writer(s): Terrell Idom
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