Blake
Chorus:
Blake...
Rest In Peace
Blake...
Pray for Me
Blake...
Shoot your shot
Blake...
Blake...
Verse One:
I hate these Fucking Cops
I hate my fuckin opps
In the studio every day
Niggas only taking shots
I ain't fucking with these rats
On my body I got tats
Time is running out TIC
But I only here the TAC
Shooting shit from my ride
In my head, they died
Cause I bring home the Cash
That is how I provide
I got these niggas on fleek
I walk around look sleek
I just be calling and texting
But you are just a freak
Chorus:
Blake...
Rest In Peacе
Blake...
Pray for Me
Blake...
Shoot your shot
Blakе...
Blake...
Verse Two:
In my brand new whip
Got my Glock on my hip
Got my diamonds on head to toe
All these niggas talking shit
I be doing what I want
I ain't spooky but I haunt
I be flying all across the globe
Cause I be fucking your aunt
Got my rolly on my wrist
Got a foreign riding dick
They be jealous yeah all the hoes
Cause they be wanting to hit
Shot in the back seven
With the Gun MAC-11
Rest in heaven my nigga Blake
This will be unforgiven
Chorus:
Blake...
Rest In Peace
Blake...
Pray for Me
Blake...
Shoot your shot
Blake...
Blake...
Blake...
Rest In Peace
Blake...
Pray for Me
Blake...
Shoot your shot
Blake...