Xav the Ripper - If I Die

Said youre gonnna beat my ass
But who the real killa?
Lifes a trip, Was Jumpin out a plane In Hilfiger
Smoked the same weed As a celebrity Way before my 17th
Honeys a necessity. Drugs and women next to me
My Mind is haunted, love a scarcity
I'm cooked No quesadilla please...
You nauseous off the Hennessy
No trays Still eat for dinner
Countin cheese Cold in the winter
How it be, when you the winner
Ease...
And scrape my face In splinters geez
Forbidden fruit i eat Like sinners Eve of Christmas
Find the gifts Under the tree What i deliver...
Melty heart
Right through your liver...
Died and rose up Out the blizzard
Cut a bitch Like Edwards Hands thats Made a scissors
Fry my brain until it sizzle
Came a long way From smokin zkittkes
How I'm fighting pain
While you be catchin slippin Off a riddle
Your lack of focus, Needin a Ritalin, That's how you figure?
That This is Real ruff ridin? Cuz she a dick rider
This meal, cant diet Cuz I can't even digest
But i break it up Like bread Payin homage
I don't trust a single fucking body
That's a promise
Fits too cheap for a stylist
Thoughts too trill for your eyelids
Thots got no chill, Cuz i Can't have it simple don't like it
Poppin like the pimples on your face
I'm a psychic. Tellin time like it was never gettin faster
When i spend it sippin cash slurp
Bad verb. Add bass, mad dirt
Mad words... Mad words, Stay fit so the cash don't burn...
Stay lit till your words gettin slurred
And stay up for the dreams
Put in work, MeltyHeart on this verse

Might be a
Long way from a hearse
But if i die
They'll probably throw me on a shirt

Written by:
Xavier Lumpuy

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