Rip My Dawg E

That real shit. Yeah, Uh. Only go to war with a worthy opponent. They could never know my hand 'cause I'd never Would show it. I'm poppin' on the 'Gram in Real life and you know it. It's that big dog shit that you probably shouldn't Even go at. Rest in peace C2, he tell The gang in the pen. We was on two different paths, I couldn't fit Him in. Wishin' that things were way different. Another solid nigga dead, gone, Lord forgive him. It's like we kinda know the right path but Won't take it. The streets addictive, I know 'cause I be tryna shake 'em. No love for these hoes, how you know? 'Cause I break 'em. Talkin' high power on the Phone, he never gangster. Now it's time to show niggas, I ain't never Owe niggas. This is for them boss niggas, I Never spoke for broke niggas. I done been fucked up too, I never hated. These niggas hatin', that's why they steady Downgradin' me. Don't blame me, boy, That was your mistake, kid. Ridin' in the drop top, top down, player shit. You know you should play this shit for the Dreams and aspirations. I stuck to the code, I know I'm owed For all my patience. I'm still waitin'. I lost dawg to the streets, he in Heaven. I wonder if he bust back before they stretched Him. I wonder if them niggas in your corner Gon' slide. Too busy fuckin' bitches, they don't Know 'bout homicide. G-A-F-N-G, run down shit on feet. My life was so hard, ain't nobody think 'bout Me. My uncle smoke crack, I seen it in His teeth. I barely even knew him but at Least we got the link before he passed away. Graduated school of hard knocks, I was a castaway. My granny in New Orleans wanna move but need A Section 8. I need her in LA close To the fam and she like seventy-eight. I barely even knew her but I just hope She get to see me great. I been throughout the bullshit, I know I'm gon' Be straight. I'ma thug it through the end and That's on any day. Pull up 600, I be Stunnin' with the paper plate. I was out here starvin', now I'm full, I Had to make my plate. Shout out to the Real niggas standin' on they word. Really out the gutter, ain't no nigga out the 'burbs. Goin' through some things, I was droppin' Too much syrup. Beefin' with them niggas, Leave that nigga on the curb. I lost my dawg to the streets, he in Heaven. I wonder if he bust back before they Stretched him. I wonder if them niggas in your Corner gon' slide. Too busy fuckin' bitches, They don't know 'bout homicide. I wonder if I make it to the top Or just local. I hope I paint a picture Or picture through my vocals. Rich nigga, I don't box shit up at the Nobu. Tryna come Bugatti, nigga, Fuck that old school. Lookin' up to the gods, seen 'em look me In my eyes. Harder than these rappin' ass niggas In they prime. They better not even try with Me. Only ridin' for them niggas that's gon' ride For me. Only dyin' for them niggas that's gon' Die for me. lost dawg streets, he in Heaven. I wonder if he bust back before they stretched Him. I wonder if them niggas in your corner Gon' slide. Too busy fuckin' bitches, they don't Know 'bout homicide. I lost my dawg to the Streets, he in Heaven. I wonder if he bust back before they stretched Him. I wonder if them niggas in your corner Gon' slide. Too busy fuckin' bitches, they don't Know 'bout homicide. They don't want no bars. Rest in peace, my dawg.