R.I.P Lyrics

(J. Orlando)

Yeah

R.I.P to this beat right here

It's crazy

To be the best I fit the criteria

Flow hot like Syria, Ghana, Nigeria

You are inferior I'm way superior

All black everything match the interior (Woo)

I'm an artist you really should not sleep on (No)

I seen some things I really should not speak on

Ride around the hood to Missy, get your freak on

Blacked out like Bruce Wayne but got my white Tion

All you rappers are my kids that's word to my son

And all the ladies know I'm cute that's word to your mum (That's right)

Little boy you ain't a man 'cause you're really a bum

I know you think your fresh but your breath could do with some gum

My raps are complicated and yours are just the simplest

Gold every time if this was the Olympics (Oh)

Working, overtime I do the job 'til it's finished

The police asking me questions then I no speak no English

Takeoff torpedo

Me and all my Migos (Yeah)

This is Mortal Kombat and I am Sub-Zero

I'm cold, no fleece though

I ball, no free throw

I am too fly my house is just Heathrow

It's a movie whether I'm on or Offset (Offset)

I be where the party be (Yeah)

She say she wanna tag along

You can find her where the Henny and Bacardi be (Cardi B)

Find me cutting through Central Cee me shopping

The haters be watchin'

I see them clockin'

Too much drip could someone bring the mop in (What)

I tried to call the plug he changed he's number that's shockin' (Oh)

South London we be setting them trends

I'm real to the bone 'cause I cannot pretend

Never know what's round the corner when I slide through the ends

Good thing I'm in a Mercedes when I'm taking these Benz

I be doin' it for the hood I made this one for the streets

Killin' it so good condolences to the beat

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

Thinkin' you the best

Ahh let's wait and see

I been grindin' all day now the trophy comin' with me

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

They say money isn't everything but is it?

I know some poor people that will still pay me a visit

Take time to understand my lyrics

She got a hourglass shape I say ooh wait a minute (Ooh)

In my city it ain't pretty guys shoot to kill (Bow)

Whether you're ready or not, Lauryn Hill

But she be gettin' to the bag so she can pay these bills

Young black successful, Zeze Millz

I need promotion to do it big, Lamborghini Urus

Have Adz posted up on every block in Europe

Dirtbike through the streets so gotta have insurance

Hard times in this life, gotta have endurance

Been a tough year

Heading towards another (Yeah)

The system is designed for certain people to suffer (Oh)

I see an Asian brother, support an Asian brother

So why in the black community we don't support each other

When I look at the game I have to shake my head in shame

How is it that every guy just sounds the same?

I'm unique I have to be different

But underrated 'cause they don't listen

I ain't playing games with you, I'm a man g

I B Young, and die free

I kill the track R.I.P

I make hits, Muhammad Ali

Think you're the best don't bank on it, boy behave (No)

I'm gettin' paid, on my way to Barclays

I don't really spend much all I do is save (Yeah)

Go Santan in Streatham, I have to hit up Dave (Ayy)

That was a bank flip

I'm spitting Helafax

I need to be known Nationwide for making tracks

It's a scary world that's how the game go

PG but I ain't a Fredo

I be doin' it for the hood I made this one for the streets (For the streets)

Killin' it so good condolences to the beat (Yeah)

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

Thinkin' you the best

Ahh let's wait and see (Let's wait and see)

I been grindin' all day now the trophy comin' with me (I been grindin' boy)

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)

R.I.P

R.I.P

R.I.P (Yeah)