R.I.P. - Intellectual

[Hook]

Every night another night I'm sipping wine, and smokin' blunts

Rest in peace until the sun up

Every day another day I'm making waves and major plays

Rest in peace to all the others

Money running up, I'm switching gears, eyes low when I come up

Rest in peace to all the drama

Pussy running up he disappear, I put that shit up on my momma

Rest in peace you know I love ya

10 black nails, and a custom studded belt

We got XL tee's, all black til the death

New ink in my skin, and depression setting in

But you know I gotta fight like my mans before left

I ain't never had shit, I ain't never asked for help

I ain't never had it easy, I still get it by myself

See the people might be fake, but the money really help

See the money might be fake, but play the game or die instead

No, I don't know you, I am not your homie

XIII the Reaper, but some people call me Omen

I don't need a rollie, I just keep it rollin'

PayPal booming when I check it in the morning

I don't need to stress now, I just keep it going

Got this on lock, I ain't never ever falling

They don't really want you till they see you growing

Middle fingers up to the all labels that been calling

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