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r.i.p keith - jordan d. mitchell lyrics

[verse 1]
i come from a city, where choppers get empty
i was in college when my homie hit me
he said my loc did you hear about javi
they tagged his house, bullet riddled his body
i said quit playing, he said its no joke
hop up on facebook, they shot up his home
bullets in his chest and one to his dome
last time we talked he said death all he know
he was depressed, you could tell how he flexed
strapped on the gram and them n*ggas said bet
tay hit my line on crip we was both stressed
the city on fire my mental a mess
tay said be different don’t be statistic
i got a child and you got your ambitions
everyone is dying i know that you feel it
i used to stay strapped for that very same reason
i used to sip lean, till the sh*t k!lled my brother
he overdosed, stress had him never sober
funeral dates that a n*gga can’t make
i was chasing the bags like you said do not wait
i feel so empty, my n*ggas ain’t with me
i don’t trust b*tches, bro died over p*ssy
she wanna hear trauma, lil b*tch no comment
cuz most my friends dead, sh*ts deeper than college
n*ggas ain’t past 21 thats a problem
n*ggas die way too young thats a problem
n*ggas ain’t make out the slums thats a problem
n*ggas die tryna have fun thats a problem
even in death you helped me pave the way
and when i get bank i remember payfrank
he was bout his grind, just ask my n*gga h
n*ggas getting paid, hustle motivate

[chorus]
r.i.p keith lil n*gga was younger me
they found him dead on the scene
r.i.p lil e n*gga was barely 16
they made his future a dream
why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
rest in peace i hate saying these things
why was it you, when it shoulda been me?
and when i die put this song on repeat

[verse 2]
2018 i got the news about keith
n*ggas tagged the wrong car, then they ass fled the scene
i called my og, and asked my n*gga if he good
he said h*ll nah i put that on my hood
we talked for hour, thinking back on the past
toll hall were we kicked it, turnt to the max
food fights and women, i think back on that
keith was a youngin, he had hoes attached
i cursed at god, why the f*ck did you take him
show no compassion then want appreciation
my n*gga died cuz of some b*tches temptation
he was side, and her man caught him slipping
2016 when ernesto had left
when i got the news i felt pain in my chest
first year in college, and i wanted to quit
sh*t ain’t the same when the death is legit
i visit the grave just to talk to my n*ggas
pour out the henny and roll dice for my hittas
go back to my grind cuz the mission ain’t finished
money is time and i got the ambition
if i make millions, will that make a difference
bring back my homies, god you know that i miss them
what is success when i can’t share it with them
what is success when i can’t share it with them

- jordan d mitchell lyrics

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