R.I.P.

Yeah I ain't no Gambino but Let me give this a shot [Hook x2] There's somethin' inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same [Verse 1: Kid Kold] Man fuck it I’ve been ready to die Notorious for my strong flows Like the rockaways rip tides I’m a Cezanne once the crescent rise In other words I’m a lycanthrope Were-man Creature of the night I’m artistic My visions are obscure Once depicted you need a prescription To halt the process of slit wrists Presidential mindset before this rap thing Was content with that basic shit My Hilary Clinton Till I was introduced to the game And made it my Mistress The Gennifer Flowers I Couldn't wait to de flower So after words I can say I fucked the game up And shut these lames up Would think I’m part of Taylor gang The way I up chuck To the sounds of these rappers that say their time is coming up Nah Beast coast representative I’m rabid foaming out the mouth Destruction of competition my sedative This hip-hop nation Foot soldier homie on the front line Tryna gain my ranks So us rangers lead the way Superior tactics Black masks Suppressor tips Cause real g’s move in silence I won’t stop till I’m on everyone’s devices Pat Benatar, I’m all fired up Funny how I get pennies for my thoughts But the dimes are what influenced em Hoping in the future it’ll prove to be lucrative Till then I got a desire inside me where the truth will live Yea [Hook]