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rip - $idthakid lyrics

[intro]
yeah
rest in peace all the legends
uh*huh

[verse]
uh
lately, i been tryna find the best in me
and to all the ones that we lost on the way, rest in peace
i’m feelin’ sick as i’m spittin’ on this infectious beat
just thinkin’ bout and reminiscin’ all the deaths
i see that rappers times cut short, no vasectomy
had my mind in a morgue
thinkin’ recklessly if ima die in this world too, no one next to me
and go to h*ll or heaven, what is my destiny?
our ecstasy, is gettin’ money and blessings
we just wanna kick it and live it up like no next week
but god testin’ me
i ain’t tryna accept defeat
and before you know it people k!ll you outta jealousy
they mad at you cause you comin’ up countin’ h*lla cheese
they sad to see you doin’ well cause they didn’t get the keys
they tryna see you fall down when you erect, indeed
now you the one that they gon’ drown, put you to rest, and plead the fifth when they arrested
ain’t no confessin’
cause paper rule the world, ain’t no charges bein’ pressed
and the only dudes stressed be the families in a mess, cryin’ over the dead body that they could never caress anymore
remember triple x? he a g.o.a.t. for the kids now
but what was goin’ on right before?
they hopped on the wave, but it’s late, he washed up on the shore
it’s a shame n0body gave a f*ck when he was at the door
then we lost wrld and peep to drugs and the lean
teenager superstars dealin’ with sh*t just like a fiend
copin’ mechanisms wreckin’ livers, stoppin’ you from breathin’
h*lla visions and the business shattered into pieces
like reeses, i’m puffin’ on this weed, steady thinkin’ bout the blood that all my brothers bleed
and the cycle just repeats itself like every week
they k!lled the king of tennessee, and recently lost keed off an od
ain’t sayin’ they the ogs
but now the numbers skyrocket like stock markets showin’ increase
after they die all the bot comments done decreased
cause now the fake people sympathize with the deceased
to say the least, n0body give a d*mn
when you alive they hide and when you in sand they hop on the bandwagon
pants saggin’ cause that sh*t be on fire like your records when you headless
under the grave you gettin’ buyers of your attire
actin’ like they f*ckin’ witchu but they nothin’ but some liars
the percs and the pistol determine your entire endeavor as a rapper that everybody admires
and the youngins soon desire to pick up a mic, following trends that they like
and the next thing you know, they poppin’ pills like it’s mike and ike
do it in spite of all the plight it caused just to fit in
and later in life despise what you are
it got me wonderin’ as i be tryna tread in the cold waters of my inspirations that be dead
like what could happen if i put the trigger to my head?
the next day will my record label be countin’ bread?
is a rapper even a rapper if he ain’t takin’ no meds?
is you trap enough and is you really sayin’ f*ck the feds?
but this sh*t just be some stereotypes today instead
cause i ain’t no f*ckin’ gangsta
“thug life” ain’t what it says, b*tch

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