R.I.P 30 R.I.P Uncle
Rest to the dead homies out the muzzle
Coming from zone 6 from the struggle
Where it ain't shit but to man up and hustle
You ain't my bro niggas be lying
They think I don't notice they ran outta time
I seen them staments you droppin them dimes
Now im taxing niggas lil bro gonna slide
When I seen them staments it blue my mind
Loading the clip with the hollow's this time
Hop out and bust through his chest with the 9
Slanging the shotty lil bro gonna ride
My bitch claim she down, I think she acting
Set up a liq so I know you not cappin
I'm gonna lay it down like a mattress
If you do good then I'll throw you a fraction
But don't think I'm lacking cuz nigga what's happenin
I'll burn you shordie you play with the matches
Dividing couples like schooling in fractions
Double the cup and I don't know what's happening
Blown da locc throw you like tossing a salad
He thought it was sweet till we knocked him off balance
Pay for my show's if you wanna come find me
Empty the clip have him rollin round slimey
He must thought the gang was some workers and hypebeasts
He won't make it home he ain't seeing his wifey
He should of shot first now that nigga look lifeless
Chasing you down like I'm Jason
You white bitch
Pop a blue perc now my senses en heigtened
She gave me her brain so i left her enlightened
She saw my chain now her legs on exicted
She play with my gun cause I'm strapped like a dike bitch
My nigga one eye yeah he crazy berserk
He don't need a pipe cuz his knife gonna work
Dirty yo tee now theirs red onna shirt
To bang wit my gang we gon put you to work
Jump off the Poarch slide to this dirt
Jumped off the poarch I grabbed me some work
You see me up, now niggas look hurt
You see me up yo nigga at work on gang