XXXTENTACION - God Bless The Dead lyrics

[Verse 1 – XXXTENTACION] You ever seen a n***a hung with a gold chain? I’d rather sing about the same things that we claim Such is bashful, but n***as like the task force Mobbin’ on the streets and robbin’ stores in ski masks, bruh n***as ask for peace in a riot and bring violence ‘Cause it’s a game of cat and mouse and you gon’ bleed silent What’s the justice in sayin’ f** it and grab the pump? Then k** a woman with many children makes you a chump Look at all the stores you wreckin’, n***a I reckon Think about the people who own it for about a second I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair But yo, you’d rather hear me say, “f** black prejudice!” “Let’s murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!” Views and etcetera, knives thrown Damage ’em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious I won’t dare say that you should stop the f**in’ ignorance Murder ops, k**in’ sh**, I’d enjoy the thrill of it Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin’ ’em Auction ’em, don’t you bark at ’em Murder ’em, never heard of ’em [Verse 2 – Notorious B.I.G.] Now I’m thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, f** a football team: Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain’t my lifetime dream! I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn’t show up, it f**ed my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the d** on the shelf? Nah, couldn’t see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated–kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Verse 3 – 2Pac] God bless the dead and buried, n***a, don’t worry If you see God first, tell him sh** got worse I ain’t mad, I know you representin’ the crew And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew f** the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went as quick as it came My role models gone or they locked in the pen Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy Sayin’ sh** don’t stop, n***a, no pity We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams Money makin’ motherf**ers plot scandalous schemes In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind I was addicted to tryin’, never meant to do time My epitaph will read “was the last of G’s” Kicked the sh** to make the white man bleed God bless the dead