R.I.P 2 THA OPPS !
I'm the best rapper alive
Just check on the package inside
I get off the jet
TDF in Hawaii
I play for the Nets
But they call me Kawhi
There ain't no regrets
If there is then we slide
Don't play TDF
Little boy you would die
Don't know what to say
You just pray and you cry
Go pray for a day
And Lord gives you light
Don't give me my flowers now
Leave it all for my son
Flower child
His father a problem
They cannot solve
A don
Say that shit tall and proud
Keep you in check
Nikes
What I sign for the press
What you expect
TDF head to my toes
Flossing
Baby this boss shit
I'm back on my boss shit
Five racks now
I'm awesome
Turn yo back, they got cross it
I'm Pat Ewing in New York bitch
We ain't take a break, cause niggas ain't tired
These niggas is fake and thats why they lie
My niggas straight, we planning our flights
If they wanna scrape, if it jam, got my knife
Wake up
It's time
Open your eyes
Realize
World is changing
Haven't you seen the signs
Made 200k in 24 hours
Turned 21
Ain't sip no bottles
In the A
Me Fuego mobbing
Big Jeep 85
I'm driving
Put your favorite rappers next to Chef
I bet them niggas commit suicide
It's TC TDF
If you disrespect we gotta homicide
Throw the body in the promenade
Ya Moms and bitch Ménage à trois
Tryna see where inherits are
Liquid cash all duffel bags
I pull up with TP
That's all thats in sight
I been on my bully
I hop off a flight
Out with my 03, woods and sticks
No politics
You'd get hit
I'm chopping the body
Call TC to bag it
Body in trunk
While Shaun driving through traffic
Chopping up
TDF they be spazzing
Watching me dunk
Gotta get all these baskets
Ima just stack up these dollars
Fuck all the problems
Whether I'm broke or rich
Still gotta solve em
Good or bad
Provide regardless
Still kick knowledge
Top two
You couldn't fucking stop us
You a opp too, I hit em with a choppa
When I shot you, you did the Spottem Gottem
On the block too, and it's not a problem
Bullets stopped you, not the hob goblin'
I'm with Shaun too, I spot him and I shot him
I will rob you, you getting outta pocket
I am not you, I'm flying to the Islands
Ain't nothing they say
Breaking me
No way
Double back with that thing
Show a grin
Let it spray
Stand on my word
Bond is strong
Like a link
Power in numbers
Fuck what you think
Look me right in the eyes
You ready to die
Before you respond
Tell God I said Hi
Precious son of mine
It's sad to tell you bye
Just check on the package inside
I get off the jet
TDF in Hawaii
I play for the Nets
But they call me Kawhi
There ain't no regrets
If there is then we slide
Don't play TDF
Little boy you would die
Don't know what to say
You just pray and you cry
Go pray for a day
And Lord gives you light
Don't give me my flowers now
Leave it all for my son
Flower child
His father a problem
They cannot solve
A don
Say that shit tall and proud
Keep you in check
Nikes
What I sign for the press
What you expect
TDF head to my toes
Flossing
Baby this boss shit
I'm back on my boss shit
Five racks now
I'm awesome
Turn yo back, they got cross it
I'm Pat Ewing in New York bitch
We ain't take a break, cause niggas ain't tired
These niggas is fake and thats why they lie
My niggas straight, we planning our flights
If they wanna scrape, if it jam, got my knife
Wake up
It's time
Open your eyes
Realize
World is changing
Haven't you seen the signs
Made 200k in 24 hours
Turned 21
Ain't sip no bottles
In the A
Me Fuego mobbing
Big Jeep 85
I'm driving
Put your favorite rappers next to Chef
I bet them niggas commit suicide
It's TC TDF
If you disrespect we gotta homicide
Throw the body in the promenade
Ya Moms and bitch Ménage à trois
Tryna see where inherits are
Liquid cash all duffel bags
I pull up with TP
That's all thats in sight
I been on my bully
I hop off a flight
Out with my 03, woods and sticks
No politics
You'd get hit
I'm chopping the body
Call TC to bag it
Body in trunk
While Shaun driving through traffic
Chopping up
TDF they be spazzing
Watching me dunk
Gotta get all these baskets
Ima just stack up these dollars
Fuck all the problems
Whether I'm broke or rich
Still gotta solve em
Good or bad
Provide regardless
Still kick knowledge
Top two
You couldn't fucking stop us
You a opp too, I hit em with a choppa
When I shot you, you did the Spottem Gottem
On the block too, and it's not a problem
Bullets stopped you, not the hob goblin'
I'm with Shaun too, I spot him and I shot him
I will rob you, you getting outta pocket
I am not you, I'm flying to the Islands
Ain't nothing they say
Breaking me
No way
Double back with that thing
Show a grin
Let it spray
Stand on my word
Bond is strong
Like a link
Power in numbers
Fuck what you think
Look me right in the eyes
You ready to die
Before you respond
Tell God I said Hi
Precious son of mine
It's sad to tell you bye
Credits
Writer(s): Roshaun Knott
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