I’m so sick of farewells and R.I.P.’sIn the trenches yellin’, “Gang gang,” mob ties what I bleedDon’t claim to be an opp, ’cause niggas die from that diseaseHe gon’ let that 9 blow with easeCan I speak my mind, can I breathe?I know she might cry if I leaveI been fooled by liars and thievesIced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freezeOnce you give my pussy up, it’s over withMiss who you used to be, ’cause that’s who I was closer withI’m in my bag now, I act like I don’t know the bitchBefore I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hitsWell if he act like he ’bout it, then put him on the listYou better pick out a casket, ’cause they goin’ quickThey gassed him up, now tears sheddin’ when they post his picI know ’bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lickMy whole squad scorin’, bitch, we don’t do no assistsPotential wasted, couldn’t stay in his lane, he ain’t know his nicheMight catch him at the red light tryna load his blickEvery day a gamble with your life, all we know is riskFrom the Windy City where you bound to see the coldest shitI’m so sick of farewells and R.I.P.’sIn the trenches yellin’, “Gang gang,” mob ties what I bleedDon’t claim to be an opp, ’cause niggas die from that diseaseHe gon’ let that 9 blow with easeCan I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leaveI been fooled by liars and thievesIced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freezeSwitches on them glizzys, get to blowin’ like it’s four of mePromise to my son that the streets won’t get no more of meRemember every line from that obituary poetrySee they peep I’m ballin’ now, just go back to ignorin’ meAlways gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin’ meLord, I’m tryna take it easy on ’em, but they forcin’ meSee him in person and that boy won’t stand on shit he been sayin’Pop shit like Taliban, loadin’ up them sticks in a vanYou know it’s fuck the other side ’cause my niggas goneAlways been fuck the other side, we don’t get alongIf we bump heads, like Marvin Gaye, let’s get it onAim for the head, that chopper spray, we get ’em goneIndependent, her hair down, and she feelin’ grownTryna correct her flaw, she filled with siliconeAnd she ain’t all innocent, she did a nigga wrongI got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a songI’m so sick of farewells and R.I.P.’sIn the trenches yellin’, “Gang gang,” mob ties what I bleedDon’t claim to be an opp, ’cause niggas die from that diseaseHe gon’ let that 9 blow with easeCan I speak my mind, can I breathe?I know she might cry if I leaveI been fooled by liars and thievesIced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze