R.I.P. Everybody

[Intro]
And you my dawgs on the twenty-three one-four body
I put money on his books, so my dawg know I got him
Cuz he held me down, similar when I had caught a robbery
I don't give a fuck if he did that shit honestly

[Verse]
Break a fall, all I took is money out your wallet, so be grateful
Somebody coulda murdered you about it, split your grapefruit
Fuckin' Blue Lives Matter, police so I hate group
Hit you with that side-saddle, caught up in that dayloop
When all that brick'n'mortar shit get brought up in the dateroom
Boot-lickin' pussy, you get slaughtered up with all that shit
You're not to be trusted, I'm disgusted at the thought of it
I survive so much herе that you never wanna get caught up in it

[Verse]
It was mе that passed the phone to wifey that night that you called the grip
Breathin' heavy, she lied and said she was on the naughty list
I'm on the naughty list
But you ain't just dealin' with me, you're dealin' with all of us

[Verse]
You toughen up everytime the camera's on
Not me, they're requirements
Catch me on my Amazon, Prime I had the Firestick
Stick it up in my early days, like no one was hirin'
Don't make me bring this fuckin' blick outta retirement

[Chorus]
They're like, "Damn, communists, why you actin' like this?"
I'll kiss a capitalist with the back of my fist
R.I.P. 'Fredo, R.I.P. Fred
R.I.P. everybody, everybody's dead

[Verse]
He went thataway! Pussy, he went thataway!
You'll be beggin' for Jesus, Mary, and the Saints of Latter Day
Rainy day funeral on a Saturday
Hittin' you with the scattershot
Boom, now you're scatterbrained
I sit in this inner dell [?], meetin' a buncha my infidels
Honestly, I don't trust you if you never fuckin' been to jail
Not my first rodeo, fuck your dog and bone for show [?]
All of my friends are dead but I still got a couple homies though

[Verse]
Romeo almost die if he tryin' to scoop the Juliet
Bitches gettin' cut up like you're yellin' it on a movie set
Skeet-diggin-in-my, all the left-wingers are mine
Hittin' them with the thingamabob
That's the way to bring 'em to God

[Verse]
Spittin' a thousand rhymes, just to get my reps in
Kickin' your head a thousand times, gotta get my steps in
Steppin' the beat, don't bother
I'm your father, you're my step-son
Whatever fucking level that you're that you're on, I'm the next one

[Outro]
My blade tasted blood when the rain came that gave way to floods
They always want you to play games they made up
Trick or treat, I'm at your door with the heat
I'll have you like a ghost on the floor with a sheet
Watch while they encroach more and more, it's a siege
Walk into the jail like I'm on tour in Belize
Boot-lickin' rappers gettin' sore in the knees
More armed robberies, more peonies [?]
Stopped you at the door, do your chores before you leave
You're skydivin' and forgot to pull the cord before the street
Resist imperialism like the poor Vietnamese
C'mon, man