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

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