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R.I.P. (Chopped & Screwed)
E.S.G.
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R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
Now, now, and let me kick that old school flow
A G's who got popped or else dropped by a .44
Tryin' to make ends roll a Benz and stay tight
High with the crew, dig two down tonight
It's true to the game, you make your cash then dash
Five Jackers, locin' your ass
Niggas stay woke, don't sleep when you creep
'Cause days they pack and shit's gettin' deep
Bustin' biggity busters, keep your pockets on fat
And niggas in your head, every night I look back
And say damn, now why did my homie have to die?
Take pain, I don't cry, fire hoes who try
Reminisce my life, I mean the whole twenty years
Over the days, crime has many of my peers
Died for a wreck, sent Tech to the next
I'd motherfucking pay, will a sinner see me next?
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
A funeral, sixty cars with like one cop
Rollin' slow behind a hearse blockin' me up
My cousin couldn't make it, now it's fillin' with the shit
To show my love for cuz, I pour some syrup in the whip
We had tight times, we even had loose times
Screw you, you ain't nothin' but a deuce sign
RICK is a bitch, where my whole fuckin' clique?
We cover one another, take a nigga's shit
Crankin' cars, nothin' but, shit stay tight
Mobbin' 40 ounce, slobbin' nearly every night
Close to those, I'm givin' it up, I mean no props
Charlie Brown to Shawn Miles and to my stepdads
I got nothin' but love and it's gettin' strapped
I keep my head up even when this thing's goin' bad
And ain't no use in me puttin' out, cry
Times is up, will I die? I'ma keep 'em to the sky
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive