0420 (R.I.P Black the Ripper)

[Intro]

Ayo, mate

Pull your trousers up, your arsehole's hangin' out, man

Hahahaha

Virus187

Gotta light one to this

Uh, listen

[Verse]

Look, I seen OG rappers turn to online chatters

Look, if Chippy does retire, bet he's goin' out snappin'

I've been sittin' thinkin' life, death and survival

They on the other of thirty-five and still tryna be viral

Got the message that my uncle died

Couple hours later, Ashley at my door knockin', opened up said "Black the Ripper died"

Good Friday just around the corner, this is not a vibe

I can't lie, I probably need a hug, but it's Corona times

The mandem's number three in the charts

Everyone congratulatin' but I'm numb as a rass

I was damagin' my lungs before this virus, darg

But Black said light it when he dies, that's why I'm bunning it, darg

Got fourteen grams in the jar, I put like two in a zoot

I know millionaires who started from a two and a Q

Shotters who don't touch buj just 'cah they seen what it do

But I got nothin' against shotters, fam I still buy food

So listen good, I tell niggas miss Chip with all that real nigga shit

When everyone's got different definitions of what real is, uh

Don't keep no jewels in your house, I'm just droppin' gems

I'm paranoid, but grew up in the ends where niggas rob they friends

You're bad or only bad for who you bad for

But that's all I see with these niggas, so fuck the rap wars

Look around and I see sheep, lambs for slaughter

I'm tryna read more, have less sex and drink water

Our father, whom heart cah mine's halfer

Torn between seein' a therapist or a pastor

Think about it, Heaven or Hell, what would you rather?

I've lost friends I still hope to see in this life after

Give a fuck about a bitch booty poppin' for the 'Gram

I'm at home plottin', load it, shoot it, pop it with a plan, uh

Girls tellin' me that I need sleep, I be like thanks, the irony

Tell me have you heard Insomnia? It bangs

They can hate me but can never say my heart isn't clean

When Bugzy came off his bike, I closed my hands on my knees and prayed for him

Like, "Lord, stay with him," I came off a bike too, in mad ways related to him

Half the industry grudgeful, me I'm out here grudgeless

I've had war behind the scenes and I've took stones in public

Times I felt down and out like, "Why does everybody hate Chip?"

I wouldn't change shit, cah now I know who everybody is, uh

See, they were movin' funny then they wanna bill it now

That's the type of shit that make me wish that Black was still around

Thinking 'bout we was out in Trini eatin' soursop

I turned the lemons into lemonade but this is sour, ahk

Mixtapes sellin' North side, reppin' worldwide

Steppin' battle emcees, I batter a beat

The baton back up in my hand, but I been battlin' grief

That is the reaper 'round the corner, I don't wanna go to sleep, nah

London boy, I told them the word, rappers in therapy

I keep a pen to kill off my paigons and clear my energies

Try acupuncture, try reiki, try, tsk, blud

When the pain's this deep inside, there ain't no remedies

Black passed on the fourth month in the twentieth year of this millenium

It's spiritual, I'm tellin' you

I feel like 4/20 won't ever be the same for me as long as I'm alive, when I light it, I'll remember him

The Lord is my shepherd, no sword, no weapon

That form shall prosper on this course, ancestors in force help me Luke Skywalk

Lightsaber for a pen, I'll Obi-Wan a Darth Maul

Tatted the word "pain" because I'm stuck with it

Black told me "Stick it", I stuck it

Rhythm and the Rizla, I'm bunnin' it

I see online they bringin' me my flowers, now of course

If I could book a flight and leave tonight, I swear I'd bring you yours

Rest in peace, my bro

[Outro]

Hmm

Cash Motto, Dank Of England, 4L

See, I know what a real friend is, someone that has your back right or wrong, highs or lows

Trust me man, when certain man were movin' funny, Black never, ever switched up on me

Rest in peace, my bro