R.I.P Lyrics

Frenemies that only call my phone when they be needing something

Get hung up on dial tone followed by that delete button

Got no More time now for wack friends that wanna stab my back

I don't care where you be at I know you know some cats like that

Kinda sucks when friends turn feline least you get to make a bee line

Out the friendship make ye exit faster then the steepest decline

Slow it down now lets rewind it it be all about that timing

Keep a fake friend in your circle too long then u be dying

Seen it happen to a captain slipping naw dog he was lacking

Lil youngins sawed off hit em out here while hes trapping

Round the corner off the block the one he reupped one who popped

He couldn't believe couldn't conceive Alchy's dying off a shot

The same dude he put on went and took him out damn

Crept up all quiet chh chh then bang

Took over everything the grimy always will survive

To this day on his grave every year I wish he didn't die

They lived a hard knock life now I hope that they rest in piece

And the ones still alive could be friends could be enemies

You better keep your distance cause I don't trust you

And if its fuck me then trust its fuck you

They lived a hard knock life now I hope that they rest in piece

Strutting thru a new town like a pimp I'm the shit

I got my baby blue pit walking long side of this

Tryna meet a country bitch while I'm out here on my a trip

Meet her quick walk a light and then she gets hit

I seen her head hit the hood bloodied up bashed in

Two seconds earlier I was tryna smash it

I dunno what to do next minute see her crew

Tryna run up on me like what the fuck you do

Hold up playa I ain't do none of that

Was walking cross the road with her then she got thunder clapped

Picked out by god I dunno if that's true but the bitch that hit her is standing rite behind you

Go and get her dawg yo I ain't your false prophet

Her boyfriend stepped up blaming me for all his problems

while I'm sitting on the curb watching her convulsing

Pay respect every year I ain't got no options

They lived a hard knock life now I hope that they rest in piece

And the ones still alive could be friends could be enemies

You better keep your distance cause I don't trust you

And if its fuck me then trust its fuck you

They lived a hard knock life now I hope that they rest in piece

So here comes verse 3 I didn't wanna talk about it

But I gotta drop some knowledge all up on the gutta watchers

Where you from I do not care go and grab yourself a chair

About to tell you where I'm from so all the fake get outta here

Where I'm from Scarborough my hearts turned really cold

From all the fiends up on the road in each and every fuckin home

Feed em food that's thriller mode coped it from that Triller zone

We are the realest ever known was schooled by a Shotta yo

12 years young homie handed me a digital

Scale and I know times are pitiful

Well I guess it was critical hell

That I go and make dope sales shit

Survival I was taught this by a lost profit

Lion Dred homeboy you are not lost yet

I'll always thank you for all my street knowledge

That's why every year I pour it like its toxic

They lived a hard knock life now I hope that they rest in piece

And the ones still alive could be friends could be enemies

You better keep your distance cause I don't trust you

And if its fuck me then trust its fuck you

They lived a hard knock life now I hope that they rest in piece