[Hook]

R-I-P

When they play the beat I'm guaranteed to

R-I-P

If you fucking with my Gs I make you

R-I-P

Fucking with the family is guaranteed you

R-I-P

(Had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)

[Verse:1 K-fix]

(Fix niggaa)

Ride on the blade

High off the haze

Blowing the killer kush got my mind in a daze

Moving through the city smoking the finest of the sticky

Filling my swisher full of pine

When i ride through the hay

Druggin and I'm thuggin steady puffin till I'm bussin

While im whipping in my bucket and my triggers go "what happened?" They slam and they gotta grab me 'bout to smoke up the fam

And I'm on a mission, on my grind till i'm lying in my grave

Makin a killin so it's a given a nigga smokin, kill

Feel like a militant tool strapped with them choppers on the real

Whippin the caddy with the vertical grip when I'm on the pill

But nevertheless I'm givin the best cause I'm hustlin that's what it is

With my mind on my mill, mills on my mind

I been poppin Percocet 30s but I'm still on the grind

Whippin the wheel, I recline

The bottled plan I finna crack this in my cigarillo, man it's filled up with pine

I be with the nigga ish who would be focused on the paper chase

I'm tryna eat em till I scrape the plate, stay the fuck away from snakes and haters

I will never let them make or break a nigga load the clip and chop em up just like I'm stabbin steak

I'm tryna make a way for me to eat until I'm all stuffed

Choppin the kind of shit that's making niggas gettin sober

Go and have cold cuts

'Posed to run up with him now they posted on that sixty shot and not the kind you both tug

Roll up, take a toke, smokin like I'm a Jamaican or some

Gimme the goodie, I'm breaking it up and I'm feeling so good when I'm taking a puff

Keeping it real, but you're making it up, gimme the chopper

I'm cocking the automatic toys just in case you boys want to play with us

Put me on the track, I'm a savage, I'm causing damage, all I really need is some of the Cali 'cause I'm an addict

Gotta have it, finna get rich on my talent that's automatic

Causing havoc when I come around, nationwide or underground

[Hook x 2]

R-I-P

When they play the beat I'm guaranteed to

R-I-P

If you fucking with my Gs I make you

R-I-P

Fucking with the family is guaranteed you

R-I-P

(Had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)

[Verse 2: K-fix]

I'm at the point of no return

Can't even turn on my stereo without hearin' no shit that make me wanna shoot it with a weapon

I'm aggravated and furious

Everything I been hearing is

Imitations and niggas who rappin bout what they selling

And guaranteed the majority be treading on wax

Talkin about the crap on poverty and makin on racks

Say they keeping it 100, never statin no facts

Fuck it, even though I never left, my nigga, I'm back

It's the nigga named Fix

When they play that instrumental guaranteed I'm finna rip it like it ain't shit

Runnin up on me, nigga's a goner, burn him like a blank disc

One in the melon, then they'll be bailin' for the yellow tape lift

And I'm benevolent and hella sick, the one who straight rips

Smokin the cannabis, sippin the medicine until I'm straight lit

Talkin about the pistol play, I spray no hesitation

Finna be cockin it back and poppin, yeah that's how we rockin

Creepin and comin to kill em with all of my niggas who finna get with I'm a thug

Comin and stompin, they finna get weak, the moment I poppin them leavin the blood

Fillin em up with the venom, he better be duckin', I know somebody get up

Really not giving a fuck, I be comin and poppin the clip and I'm makin a buck

Leavin 'em niggas disgusted, I'm finna get rid of all my adversaries

Hard to start the ben and jerry, leavin them in the cemetery

Man I buried all of my competition, and that shit is scary

Hoppin' in from memphis I can chop em like the military

Plus I got a gun that's big enough to kill an elephant, and ain't nobody fuckin with me, get you niggas hella bent

I'm devilish, catchin em with the element of surprise, leavin' 'em stankin' with the flies, then I get rid of the evidence

You messin with the fam and now you niggas gotta get it, when a chopper start to spittin, I be choppin em up into pieces

Load up my lyrical ammuniton, put it to your noggin', pop it

Father, please forgive a G for makin' 'em rest in pieces

[Hook x 2]

R-I-P

When they play the beat I'm guaranteed to

R-I-P

If you fucking with my Gs I make you

R-I-P

Fucking with the family is guaranteed you

R-I-P

(Had to get up with a nigga wonder will the lord forgive me.)