AJT and MJeezy - R.I.P

I write the tension,
Like school day riots
Y'all vie for attention, I was staying quiet
My ascension, like concert lighters
Smash diamonds for attention
Now I'm breaking the ice, yeah
You're not stable bro (nope), gotta hold your horses
No wonder you miss a line. Scoliosis
300 careers are dead from my pen and you ain't Leonidas
Guess you gotta whine if you die an isis
Hold on Ho Ima end this
I could get all stone cold with the vengeance
No more "bro your so cold" and pretending
Your whole show like old suspenders
Moldy, rolled upended
Get the popos deflected
It's a no go for help expected
Payback like loans closed and ended
This your RIP. Rot in pieces
Gave you a warning shot. You ain't got the visa
To be in the master's zone. let alone start on beefin
But this is three strikes we step on y'all like adidas
RIP. Rot in pieces
Warning shots. You ain't got the visa
The master's zone. No beef in
This is three strikes, we step on y'all like adidas
It started off with "Ascension", started causing some riots
Guess I garnered some attention, made my opps stay quite
Put my sons in detention, told them best not try it
Guess I need an intervention, 'cause I starved them out like diets
Although it wasn't my intention, all my life I've been defiant
I've been causing some tension; I serve the beef and I fry it
Have to maintain retention, if its free then I buy it
Gotta handle my pension, If its cream then I pie it
Told them bitches "Get At Me", then I put 'em all to rest
That's why your BM trynna @ me, had to put that bitch to bed
Gotta keep a good thot, gotta keep a clean head
Turned my circle to a dot, fake friends failed the test
All my life on road, steady chasing them cheques
Like a baker with the dough, steady making that bread
Have to keep it on the low, had to keep them in check
Imagine me going broke, I'd rather end up dead

Written by:
Anthony Tchilinguirian, Mohamed Jazmati

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