Dead Rappers

[Intro] Everywhere I go And I'm gonna represent for all the niggas that inspired me For the niggas that put me on Amen Here's a toast to the dead rappers You got your best quotes from the dead rappers Young niggas doing tours with their dead rappers Sleep on it (Perfection) B.I.G., 2Pac, Big L, my nigga Pun A lot of legends May they live forever [Verse 1] Fuck a battle, we beef with niggas across the board It gets expensive to keep the killers when out on tour I apologize to these women, I keep on telling lies Yes, I'm flawed, these walls will leave you traumatized I'm not a lemon nor menace, me I just wanted fee In the beginning the tint hid the things that I would see Wanted degrees, not just the math – me, I couldn't read Put me in a ethnic group and it was full of Gs They say I'm a scholar, but I want a key Shawty see me in the streets, this where she want to be Maybach is the butter, came up from the Regal Put your hands in the sky, deliver from evil [Verse 2] Book me for the show and I'll be on the next jet Thirty sticks with me, I be getting death threats Dead rappers be the ones they love to glorify All these weird niggas, I've been labeled borderline It's more to mine, my flow should have a clothing line Lacoste made for a boss, the label's organized If they're making a dollar, my team would want a piece From the taxis and Ubers, the vendors in the streets Bandanas and rags, wave them for Soulja Slim Homie did thirty and his family, no one came to see him Headphones on, songs about a dead rapper Lil Snupe's in my prayers, I still can hear him laughing Lost Boyz, Freaky Tah, we were four deep Mac Dre, Slim Dunkin, and peace to Doe B Peanut, 'til I see you, boy I won't sleep Jam Master Jay one day I'm gon' meet [Verse 3] We take from the weak, following protocol I was given instructions, that's meant to mold a boy Taught from day one, this is a code of honor You worship your mother, you cherish your daughter These lessons will come, be aggressive with some Respect every dollar, like we're stretching a blunt Nothing will change, my views will remain So much envy we garner, for these songs that we sing Stick to the dice, skipped in the slot machines Sixty day tours, nigga, when we get them things Right now we've got the plugs, and the number's right You can sit at the table, that's if you comin' right Uh