Southside - R.I.P. lyrics

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin] Wo-Woke up the morning, is this my last day? My girl cook breakfast could it be my last tray? (for real) Grandma die on the toilet got me scared to sh- Shrink sound crazy, cause I ain't scared of sh** Lil folk gone, Grandma gone Do some music n***a, f** your song Ain't talking money don't call my phone Just me and mama lefts all alone Ain't need no man, I can hold my own Yeah me and my chrome, R.I.P. who? Be damned if you leave me out here dead and gone [Hook-Slim Dunkin (Alley Boy)] Some my n***as broke (broke) and some my n***as dead (dead) Some turned into snitch (snitch) and some are in the Fed (fed) Everybody's strapped (scrapped) and ain't nobody scared (no) Young n***as dying (blatt, blatt) and ain't nobody caring (blatt) R.I.P. (who?) Nah, not me (no) R.I.P. (who?) Nah, not me (no) (R.I.P., not me n***a) R.I.P. (who?) Nah, not me (no) (f** n***a, f** you n***a) Never let a p**y n***a trick you out the streets (Dunk, Dunk, Dunk, Dunk, Young Alley n***a, Dunk what's up my n***a?) [Verse 2: Alley Boy] Every n***a I shot, every lick I hit Every go I hit (Yah) Every n***a that's in my click Don't stop 'til we all be rich (Don't stop) I'm a soldier, gonna stay silent Lot of young n***as who bout it, bout it R.I.P. to the fake a** n***as who got this game crowded I done beat them murder charges before, so I can feel Boosie Lot of confusion when you seeing partner in they trial, losing Ain't nothin' but some real sh** in my heart that's why I spit from it Never know when my time come Ain't no sense in running from it [Hook] Some my n***as broke and some my n***as dead Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed Everybody's cross and ain't nobody scared Young n***as dying and ain't nobody caring R.I.P. who? Nah, not me R.I.P. who? Nah, not me R.I.P. who? Nah, not me Never let a p**y n***a trick you out the streets [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] 3 n***as, 3 guns, just me with no gun Caught slipping, goddamn not me Lord please no R.I.P My face on a white tee, that's unlikely Lil brother down ... popping fence ... ... be boogie bread Lord, could you pray for my enemies The ones that are filled with jealousy They hate on me and doubting me Always had a cold heart no sympathy Real n***a no industry Real n***a raised in these streets Me, Slim D and Alley B My eyes stay red like I got allergies [Hook-Slim Dunkin] Some my n***as broke (broke) and some my n***as dead (dead) Some turned into snitch (snitch) and some are in the Fed (fed) Everybody's strapped (scrapped) and ain't nobody scared (no) Young n***as dying (blatt, blatt) and ain't nobody caring (blatt) R.I.P. (who?) Nah, not me (no) R.I.P. (who?) Nah, not me (no) R.I.P. (who?) Nah, not me (no) Never let a p**y n***a trick you out the streets (Dunk, Dunk, Dunk, Dunk) [Verse 4: Trouble] They keep telling me congratulations I tell them "Appreciate it, but no thanks" Tell me that when you see me in all white and a n***a facing The bottom of the stairs of a gat, now remember this plot Rest in peace A.J. on the side on everything I got And everything I ever own R.I.P. to who? Me? Nah, never But when I do, bet it won't be better, no For the n***a or for his family Cause they coming with me It's Trouble, Trouble babe Trouble, Trouble's the name [Hook] Some my n***as broke and some my n***as dead Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed Everybody's cross and ain't nobody scared Young n***as dying and ain't nobody caring R.I.P. who? Nah, not me R.I.P. who? Nah, not me R.I.P. who? Nah, not me Never let a p**y n***a trick you out the streets