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R.I.P

 

R.I.P

(альбом: Russ Bufalino: The Quiet Don - 2020)


The weight is spoiling my lungs
It's like the bloodline is royal
Kingpin shit, yeah, the whole team's loyal
I switched up vans, when the bags hit the soil
My chest hurt, Gary with the cereal milk oil (Oh, boy)
I fell asleep and woke up to another play
I had to win, I been eating anyway
Fuck a chain, I start a trust for all my friends' kids
Celebrating, I'm knowing this can end quick
Check the résumé, I never play
Watch it all accelerate
Accept it, I'ma set the rates
You know me, I need C.O.D
I got on selling cheap OG's
It's hard to be lowkey
My vision blurry from the psychedelics
Another store, I know my rivals felt it
Pre-sell everything, you have to try and sell it
Own half the market share, I'm getting kinda selfish, yeah
In Melrose, did a quarter ticket
My brother Alex brought a bag when he came to visit
I'm in my zone, God bless the vision
Twenty-four-seven, nah, there ain't no intermissions

Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Die, die, die)
Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game

I came home with 28 cents, now I'm multi-platinum
They want me back in, boy, I bought a Bentaga with the backend
But way before that, way before rap, I was somewhere with a strap
I ain't even see this shit coming, this was God's doing, that's a fact
I thought I was gon' come home, link up with bro, get the bag
In the midst of that, I'ma try to rap, then my first song got a plaque
Then my first show hit capacity and these niggas got the audacity
To be asking me, when I ain't had shit to hand 'em, they laughed at me
Now money counters make up for my lack of mathematics
You ain't where you wanna be 'cause you be half-stepping
Niggas hate to meet they fate, man, that's just sad, ain't it?
Meanwhile I'm wit' yo' ho, this lil' bitch bad, ain't she?
I'm just sick I had some people die before they saw this shit
They ask me how much I wanna make, I told 'em, "All that shit"
I learned you don't finish with the people that you started with
It's bittersweet (It's bittersweet), but R.I.P, ayy

Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Die, die, die)
Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game (Die, die, die)

(Die, die, die)
(Die, die, die)
Kill 'em all slowly

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