R-I-P
This one for our dead homies
This one for our dead homies

I don't smoke and i don't drink i just been thinkin' though
Ever since my nigga died, a young nigga been on demon mode
Temple been hotter than lava, maybe my Karma
Maybe Kurama huh
Always be talkin' bout moms
Cuz crackas just can't get enough of our trauma
Niggas be pushin' that Pain,
Land of the rain, my money odama
White people profit off drama, go kill my opps they make couple dollas huh
I do not rock no designer
I want that Blanka
Pockets E Honda huh
Put em inside of that sauna
Watch how the monster
Start gettin' softer huh

Watchin' Stranger Things huh
With my stranger ting yuh
Off a coffee bean and we do all kind of things yeah
Two phone Baby James, comment section full of flames huh
If the police came, i'ma do the Dash like Dame huh
Geriatric (yeah)
Let's get graphic (yeah)
What's the address?
Boy said he want static (yeah)
Shabba Shabba Ranks
I need banks, benjis, francs (yeah)
I just hit beat the block
EDD, my money stanks (P-U)