Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to the block nigga, serving them fiends
Pouring liquor for my dead homies
Rest in peace to my enemies
Them niggaz who think that they know me
Y'all ain't never
Rest in peace my day ones (Rest in peace, my niggas)
Wish I could have saved y'all (wish I could have saved my niggas)
Hand on my AR (on my AR)
I
a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so
To my man on this disc, rest in peace
To my brother Carl Capone, rest in peace
To all the lost souls, rest in peace
Chorus
This is dedicated
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl-getter,
overcoming my chest
Some of my niggas did time
No they ain't going
Back to the block, Back to the block
Back to the block, Back to the block
No they ain't
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
arbors troubled souls found peaceful harbors
Brush arbors by the side of the road
Many times I have departed from the way of life I started
In an arbor by
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
ain't even pullin' out my-
I can't get packed by TMZ, tryna fit four tings in the G63
I'ma give one ting to my bro YG, I'ma handle the rest and jeet all
(release the time)
La-la-la-la (release ya trade)
La-la-la-la (release the stress)
La-la (release the love, forget the rest)
You won't break my soul
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
off with a baton
Take it out for a spin, but they're mowing their lawn
My face is red, and I ain’t talking ron
I’m gone
I’m gone
My mentality is gone
rest in peace
chorus X2
Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and
if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my
soul to take for
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest
on bast, with glocks ready to blast
You better move real fast, I break up things
Lil Ron's my name I'm bout to spit a little game
I'm known to bring pain
the strip
Through the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hip
What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats
Whaaat!?
[Cam'Ron]
Killa Killa
spit with ease
I be in my bag more than niggas with colostomies
This possibly the best a man a can get
Even with gillette
Killah12 a step above the rest
sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten
Wilson Nordstrom recipe
Why my cup green like Jeffrey?
I only hate 2, that's my enemy stephanie
I got the Nordstrom recipe
Don't give it to Ron Sesame
that was so mean
I threw it in my name
My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus
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