MARTYRS (Remix)

[Produced by Malcolm "Chop" Smalls] [Verse 1: Malcolm "Chop" Smalls] [Verse 2: Devon Culbert] RIP Rick Rick Seen trap lords, fidgeting with a Mac 10-4, officer What you calling for?, I'd be searching for a coroner The skeletons in your closet, liquor pouring out his faucet How he gonna survive, he can't pay for a doctor It never worked on the comet, selling rockets Pick pockets to fill up, cock it for bills up I'm rocking that twenty three, carrying a 4-5 I am Jordan in his prime, dishing dimes down the line This shit ain't Oscar Wilde, this an Oscar Grant You claiming different hands, B you don't understand Reaping fruits of my labor, you sowing your wounds You don't have time to assume, best bet you gon' meet your doom Mothafuckin metal fingered, at the dome, chest, on the trigger Getting bigger, no figures just depression, need syringes Four drivebys to a knife fight What your life like? What your life now?