R.I.R (R3ST IN R4GE) Lyrics

I got so much frozen water on me

I might need a ice box, frozen down into my core bae

My shawty so sweet just like a sorbet

I might have a sweet tooth cause I got a cavity for sure bae

I don't wanna talk cause Imma do it

If you ain't relate to me it's cause you prolly ain't been through it

I been down low bad like a side of me was clueless

I was foolish for a while but now it's them who I be fooling

Smokin on the kush and poppin Ollie's

I done seen too many bros of mine go bad up off the Molly

We was youngins popping on the jollies

I don't wanna touch that shit no more, by golly

Running from the cops after the party

We ain't really give a fuck about the outcome

Had that heartache

Wiling off that E Coyote

Floating far away from all of y'all up on the stars bae

Promise that I won't get too political, unh

Keepin it minimal

What's the picture in your head when you think of a criminal?

I caught you lackin didn't I but I ain't gettin cynical

Now load the chopper, mow down opposition it's subliminal

Missin Juice, Steezy, Mac, X, Yams and Peep

Miss my brothers on the other side, love and RIP

I wish all them was here with us they what the world would need

How they taken from us so young, its fucks wit me

I spent countless nights just crying myself to sleep

Once I closed my eyes had sleep paralysis, demons would creep

Night terrors cursed my mind so bad, don't wanna sleep

I was stuck goin mad and goin bad

I was a fiend

What the fuck?

What'd I just see?

Man on god,

Satan want a piece of me,

I been seein demons since I was like 3,

Rest in Rage,

Alright peace,

Yuh

Run it back, I got a hunnid stacks

I ain't even tripping no more cause I know that I got a bag

Baby girl stay by my side, gimme some of that

She a lil baddie, you know that I'm proud of that

Buss a track, my wrist a buss attack

I gotta shit on the game for a sec cause I got it back

Me and my fam taking over that ain't no cap

Fuck all the opps got a mop in the closet bag

Mop that shit up then we throw em' in the doggybag

Huh,

I was down low but I got back up,

I'm a crazy boy, I give no fucks,

Take another cap and a stem wassup,

Used to wanna cop that Bently truck,

Now I couldn't give a flyin fuck,

I don't fuss, bro you suss

And you know I'm with my team and we finna run it up

That's what's up

That's a must

I don't really speak too much

Boy I'm clutch

You a bitch

Shut yo mouth

Boy you done

I'm the one

And I'm gone