R.I.P.

Hook:

It’s like ay boy

I miss the money everyday boy

It’s like ay boy

I miss the money everyday boy

It’s like nah we ain’t missin’

Hell nah we ain’t missin’

Nah we ain’t missin’

R.I.P. to competition

Verse 1 (Da Deputy):

Welcome the morgue/Free room and board/I do this when I’m bored/Collecting like a hoard/They told me break a leg like I need luck, I’m appalled George/Taking giant leaps you only move small forward/If it’s bout the culture then tell ‘em all for it/We the boys/Like W.E. Dubois/Slow-ridin’ bangin’ I’m swangin’ and makin’ noise/Gotta thick bitch she shy and from Illinois/Close to a 10 she 9 like Killroys/These lines are ill boy/Very worth the purchase/Bible flow, “Lord knows” I got the tightest verses/Uh, me and Nick sick/So cocky like “click”/The issue with you Rugrats is ya’ll runnin’ ya’ll Lipschitz/I’m the Don/Phenomenon for money/I smoke ‘em like 007 that’s Woodstock and Bonds…

(Hook 1x)

Verse 2 (Nick Weaver):

All I’m seeing is a new reason to R.I.P. ’em/Partly evil party people come hop in that mausoleum/Tire marks screechin’ on that Honda peelin’ like it was a Maserati leavin’/Boy I caught I body this evening/Respect you owe it like you lease, or pay it like per diem/Only to kill ‘em is to straight say it like you mean it/So I spray it like a nina, all over these fucking tracks/Start slayin’ all these beats bring another body bag/And a toe tag/Call up Deputy, 187 all over your track/Homie I’m slowin for no one go ahead and quote that/R.I.P. to any and everything in this notepad/Pallbearing, all wearing black in that throwback/Mitchell Ness, this the final place of rest/Drop those motherfuckers in the dirt let’s start breaking necks/Bass bringing breath back to ‘em if they want it/R.I.P. to that fake shit homie you a goner, singing…

(Hook 1x)