Die Rich II

Lyrics

[Intro] (I got Fever) Real shit Ayy, say, uh Biggest gangster of the motherfucking year, you hear me? R.I.P. the king of Memphis This motherfucking rap shit like the most dangerous job in the world right now, man Real life Cops wanna lock a nigga, opps wanna kill a nigga My baby mama wishing death [Verse] For that shit, I put my life on the line (Put my life on the line) Know this a nasty game, shit get trifling at times (Trifling at times) My main objective is make it home to my kids Another rapper gone, now who gon' raise his? Swear that's my biggest fear Nevеr thought this rap shit could pay bills When they put me on, that's thе heat on, but I still gave chills They bump that Lu shit when they drill, shooters with no basketball skills I made it from that swamp, bitch, keep yo' crocodile tears I'm a hundred percent focus, not on Adderall pills (No) Luwhop been a dog, bitch, go check my catalog ('Log) I talk that shit, can back it all (All) You pull dick like you jacking off (Off) She love to fuck on alcohol and swallow nut like apple sauce (Sauce) When I catch 'em, I'ma knock yo' favorite rapper off When big boy die, I'ma put another album out (Grrah) Opps still alive, so we ride with them switches Gotta run from cop sirens, steady hiding us in prison [Chorus] I'll die for my niggas, I won't lie to my nigga, but I want that same loyalty Remember times I went and slide with this nigga, used to rob with this nigga Now I heard he talking 'bout robbing me Kill him with no question You was my brother, put you first, I never second guessed you Every time you fell off, went to hurting, I came to yo' rescue Now I'm praying to Glock before these bullets bless you Gon' be the first body on this bitch, I hope you feel special [Verse 2] I know how it feel when them friends turn foes (Foes) I'm so through with tears, I can't cry no mo' (No mo') Always love myself through my highs and my lows Fuck depression, shit make you don't wanna be alive no mo' (No mo', no mo', no mo') I'm just talking to they soul, oh I'm just talking to they soul Praying that they spirits pure and they heart gold Starring in my rear view, Glock on fully auto This could be the last night of my life, only God knows (Don't feel no sorrow) They never have sympathy when you winning Keep count of all the losses that you took since the beginning Shitted on you bad, that was gas to yo' engine Passing through the same trenches, whip off, Fast and the Furious (Fast and the Furious) Remember they ain't wanna take me serious (They ain't wanna take me serious) Sitting back, watching what happened like an experiment