Jordan D. Mitchell - R.I.P Keith

I come from a city, where choppers get empty
I was in college when my homie hit me
He said my loc did you hear about Javi
They tagged his house, bullet riddled his body
I said quit playing, he said it's no joke
Hop up on facebook, they shot up his home
Bullets in his chest and one to his dome
Last time we talked he said death all he know
He was depressed, you could tell how he flexed
Strapped on the gram and them niggas said bet
Tay hit my line on crip we was stressed
The city on fire my mental a mess
Tay said be different don't be statistic
I got a child and you got your ambitions
Everyone is dying and I know that you feel it
I used to stay strapped for that very same reason
I used to sip lean, till the shit killed my brother
He overdosed, stress had him never sober
Funeral dates that a nigga can't make
I was chasing the bags like you said do not wait
I feel so empty, my niggas ain't with me
I don't trust bitches, bro died over pussy
She wanna hear trauma, lil bitch no comment
Most my friends dead, shits deeper than college
Niggas ain't past 21 thats a problem
Niggas die way too young that's a problem
Niggas ain't make out the slums that's a problem
Niggas die tryna have fun that's a problem
Even in death you helped me pave the way
And when I make bank I remember PayFrank
He was bout his grind, just ask my nigga H
Niggas getting paid, hustle motivate

R.I.P Keith lil nigga was younger me
They found him dead on the scene
R.I.P Lil E nigga was barely 16
They made his future a dream
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
Rest in Peace I hate saying these things
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
And When I die put this song on repeat
R.I.P Keith lil nigga was younger me
They found him dead on the scene
R.I.P Lil E nigga was barely 16
They made his future a dream
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
Rest in Peace I hate saying these things
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
And When I die put this song on repeat

2018 I got the news about Keith
Niggas tagged the wrong car, then they ass fled the scene
I called my OG, and asked my nigga if he good
He said hell nah I put that on my hood
We talked for hour, thinking back on the past
Toll Hall were we kicked it, turnt to the max
Food fights and women, I think back on that
Keith was a youngin, he had hoes attached
I cursed at god, why the fuck did you take him
Show no compassion then want appreciation
My nigga died cuz of some bitches temptation
He was side, and her man caught him slipping
2016 when Ernesto had left
When I got the news I felt pain in my chest
First year in college, and I wanted to quit
Shit aint the same when the death is legit
I visit the grave just to talk to my niggas
Pour out the henny and roll dice for my hittas
Go back to my grind cuz the mission aint finished
Money is time and I got the ambition
If I make millions, will that make a difference
Bring back my homies, god you know that I miss them
What is success when you can't share it with them
What is success when you can't share it with them

R.I.P Keith lil nigga was younger me
They found him dead on the scene
R.I.P Lil E nigga was barely 16
They made his future a dream
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
Rest in Peace I hate saying these things
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
And When I die put this song on repeat
R.I.P Keith lil nigga was younger me
They found him dead on the scene
R.I.P Lil E nigga was barely 16
They made his future a dream
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
Rest in Peace I hate saying these things
Why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
And When I die put this song on repeat

Written by:
Jordan Mitchell

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