R.I.E - Side Effects

R.I.E, bitch
I don't know which motherfucking pill I'm taking next
But I know that that bitch gonna have some fucking side effects, yeah
My bitch looking at me so I think she's thinking sex, yeah
Yo bitch looking at me so I think she sent a text, yeah
We got cash on deck, yeah
We gon' chase a cheque, yeah
I be dropping shit that gon' make you hit the deck, yeah
You best not expect, yeah
'Cause you won't get a spec, yeah
I come to inspect even if I don't suspect, yeah
If you know what's good you'll take that good shit off your neck, yeah
Cause I got sticky fingers man, that might be the pussy
Might let off some ringers if these boys be getting cushy
And they better have something to bring us but I ain't being pushy
I'm talking 'bout moral man
Y'all can go to hell man
All I need to do is hear a fucking homie yell man
Push you down a well man
I be like "Oh well" man
When they ask me questions bitch I just say "He fell man"
I ain't bout to stress bro
I ain't bout to panic
I ain't got no dress code
I ain't got no standards
I ain't fucking royalty
I just need that loyalty
Fuck me over, dump you in the river,
Check your buoyancy
I bet two days later I'm gon' have all of your boys with me
That brings me right back to my point man
People love to swap sides
Blood up in the day
And then they crip tonight
But I can't be your Superman
And I don't give a Hoover Dam
If you wanna trip I'll make it short
Mini Cooper man
All of y'all be stupid man
Grab a damn bazooka man
Watch me fucking nuke a man
Bullets got an appetite
Watch them fucking chew man
You know a man
You knew a man
Past tense
History
Y'all can't fuck with R.I.E
This shit ain't no mystery
Rotate like rotisseries
Ain't nothing sweet bitch
This ain't no patisserie
Kill yo ass in Italy and watch you float to Sicily
Homie, this that sick shit
Yeah I'm talking big drip
Like a fucking slit wrist
Don't pull up on pimp shit
I know you got that limp dick
Yo bitch be on that simp shit
Telling me shit that I don't even wanna know
In my fucking ear 'til the motherfucking sun up bro
Everybody thinking that they on the fucking come up bro
Only way that that's true is if she do not swallow bro
Clip full as fuck but you know the bullets hollow though
Don't be scared to holla hoe
Got a lot of nerve like the shit under your collarbone
All my homies solid bro
I just tell em "I'ma go"
And I know that they follow so,
If you wanna spark something,
I'ma bring that powder bro
Let em hate
Then detonate
That shit gonna set em straight
Got the blunt rolled, heavyweight
Got the lighter, featherweight
Hope they never separate
This bitch ain't got legs man
Those are fucking heaven's gates
So it's time to penetrate
I just ditched my old life
I'm a real renegade
Now it's time to celebrate
Best choice that I ever made

Written by:
Riaz Carter

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