356 Baby Rico - R.I.P

I'm screamin' fuck your dead homie, hope that nigga rest in piss
I stayed quiet till he dissed, but that's what these niggas don't get
We got sticks, I hope you're bulletproof, cause Ozmam don't miss
Chase him down like I'm Zip, and he won't mention me again
I know they hate me when I speak, but they stay on me like leeches
Opps be bumpin' all my music, wanna pay me for a feature
Tell em no, all they shit be wack, honestly I'm the preacher on they block
Heard they rollin' deep, but I be rollin' deeper, get em shook
I ain't talkin' seizure, rollin' with the reapers, passin' reefer
Bitch I catch the bag, I feel like a receiver
And my shorty, hot and ready, call that bitch my lil' Caesars
Bad ways, pretty faces, she gon' fuck me like a diva
Grew up in the city, runnin' 12, while pops was stuck in cells
Did it by myself without no help, bitch I'm a rebel
That hoe left like I was post-a-care, but she a kiss and tell
Cheese like nachos, sellin' shit from hell, you think we the cartel
All these niggas play a role, bunch of niggas act like hoes
I ain't trippin' on what's missin', man you know shit comes and goes
Mind been racin' on this road, cannot stop, I made an oath
I'm screamin' fuck your dead, homie, hope that nigga rest in piss
I stayed quiet till he dissed, but that's what these niggas don't get
We got sticks, I hope you're bulletproof cuz Ozmam don't miss
Chase him down like I'm Zip, and he won't mention me again
I'm screamin' fuck your dead homie, hope that nigga rest in piss
I stayed quiet till he dissed, but that's what these niggas don't get
We got sticks, I hope you're bulletproof cuz Ozmam don't miss
Chase him down like I'm Zip, and he won't mention me again

Written by:
Treyden Jay

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