R.I.P.

[Hook]
R-I-P
When they play the beat I'm guaranteed to
R-I-P
If you fucking with my Gs I make you
R-I-P
Fucking with the family is guaranteed you
R-I-P
(Had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)

[Verse:1 K-fix]
(Fix niggaa)
Ride on the blade
High off the haze
Blowing the killer kush got my mind in a daze
Moving through the city smoking the finest of the sticky
Filling my swisher full of pine
When i ride through the hay
Druggin and I'm thuggin steady puffin till I'm bussin
While im whipping in my bucket and my triggers go "what happened?" They slam and they gotta grab me 'bout to smoke up the fam
And I'm on a mission, on my grind till i'm lying in my grave
Makin a killin so it's a given a nigga smokin, kill
Feel like a militant tool strapped with them choppers on the real
Whippin the caddy with the vertical grip when I'm on the pill
But nevertheless I'm givin the best cause I'm hustlin that's what it is
With my mind on my mill, mills on my mind
I been poppin Percocet 30s but I'm still on the grind
Whippin the wheel, I recline
The bottled plan I finna crack this in my cigarillo, man it's filled up with pine
I be with the nigga ish who would be focused on the paper chase
I'm tryna eat em till I scrape the plate, stay the fuck away from snakes and haters
I will never let them make or break a nigga load the clip and chop em up just like I'm stabbin steak
I'm tryna make a way for me to eat until I'm all stuffed
Choppin the kind of shit that's making niggas gettin sober
Go and have cold cuts
'Posed to run up with him now they posted on that sixty shot and not the kind you both tug
Roll up, take a toke, smokin like I'm a Jamaican or some
Gimme the goodie, I'm breaking it up and I'm feeling so good when I'm taking a puff
Keeping it real, but you're making it up, gimme the chopper
I'm cocking the automatic toys just in case you boys want to play with us
Put me on the track, I'm a savage, I'm causing damage, all I really need is some of the Cali 'cause I'm an addict
Gotta have it, finna get rich on my talent that's automatic
Causing havoc when I come around, nationwide or underground

[Hook x 2]
R-I-P
When they play the beat I'm guaranteed to
R-I-P
If you fucking with my Gs I make you
R-I-P
Fucking with the family is guaranteed you
R-I-P
(Had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)

[Verse 2: K-fix]
I'm at the point of no return
Can't even turn on my stereo without hearin' no shit that make me wanna shoot it with a weapon
I'm aggravated and furious
Everything I been hearing is
Imitations and niggas who rappin bout what they selling
And guaranteed the majority be treading on wax
Talkin about the crap on poverty and makin on racks
Say they keeping it 100, never statin no facts
Fuck it, even though I never left, my nigga, I'm back
It's the nigga named Fix
When they play that instrumental guaranteed I'm finna rip it like it ain't shit
Runnin up on me, nigga's a goner, burn him like a blank disc
One in the melon, then they'll be bailin' for the yellow tape lift
And I'm benevolent and hella sick, the one who straight rips
Smokin the cannabis, sippin the medicine until I'm straight lit
Talkin about the pistol play, I spray no hesitation
Finna be cockin it back and poppin, yeah that's how we rockin
Creepin and comin to kill em with all of my niggas who finna get with I'm a thug
Comin and stompin, they finna get weak, the moment I poppin them leavin the blood
Fillin em up with the venom, he better be duckin', I know somebody get up
Really not giving a fuck, I be comin and poppin the clip and I'm makin a buck
Leavin 'em niggas disgusted, I'm finna get rid of all my adversaries
Hard to start the ben and jerry, leavin them in the cemetery
Man I buried all of my competition, and that shit is scary
Hoppin' in from memphis I can chop em like the military
Plus I got a gun that's big enough to kill an elephant, and ain't nobody fuckin with me, get you niggas hella bent
I'm devilish, catchin em with the element of surprise, leavin' 'em stankin' with the flies, then I get rid of the evidence
You messin with the fam and now you niggas gotta get it, when a chopper start to spittin, I be choppin em up into pieces
Load up my lyrical ammuniton, put it to your noggin', pop it
Father, please forgive a G for makin' 'em rest in pieces

[Hook x 2]
R-I-P
When they play the beat I'm guaranteed to
R-I-P
If you fucking with my Gs I make you
R-I-P
Fucking with the family is guaranteed you
R-I-P
(Had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)