Jordan MS - R.I.P. (Rest in Pain)

"You thought we were done?"
Okay
We was on that ride together we was on that train
Backstabbed a couple times, that's a different type of pain
Spray, wipe, clean, i think i just saw a Stain
Know I'm fly like a crane, in the cut like a Vein
You know who I am? I could never be a Lame
Heh, Look at you, We could never be the same
The city knows my name, I ain't John I ain't jane
Blacked out wraith feeling like i'm bruce Wayne
Black ski mask got me feeling like I'm bane
No I'm not the penguin but I make them bullets rain
I feel like Superman, I need me a lois lane
Got the opps saying, for whom the bells rang?
Shoutout 4TC, that's the only gang I claim
Know I do it for the cheese, I don't do it for the fame
I got nothing else to say, oh One more thing, To All my opps, rest in pain!
I don't trap but I know the logistics
And I'm balling hard like I play for the mystics
They tried to count me out But I know my statistics
They ain't saying I'm the goat but I got the characteristics
He on top of the totem he can't let that pole go
I was down I bounced back something like a pogo
Thought you made it to the top but it's just a plateau
Yeah he hard in the paint he just made a van Gogh
Call them dreidel cause they spin the block
It was too late for that boy they couldn't call the doc
They just took away his body and they drew the chalk
Smear em like some paint but he dont wear a smock
Now we walking down the street i can sense fear
They always cross the road they are not coming near
He said he got drip we threw him in the Pier
We ain't playing with you lames We in another tier

Written by:
Essien Taylor, Jordan Smith

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