Текст песни Die Rich II - TEC

Real shit, aye, say
Biggest gangsta of the motherfucking year, ya hear me
R.I.P the king of Memphis
This motherfucking rap shit like the most dangerous job in the world right now mane
Real life
Cops wanna lock a nigga, opps wanna kill a nigga
My baby momma wishing death

For this shit, I put my life on the line
Know this a nasty game, shit get trifling at times
My main objective is make it home to my kids
Another rapper gone, now who gone raise his? Swear that's my biggest fear

Never thought this rap shit could pay bills
When they put me on that's that heat on but I still gave chills
They bump that Lu shit when they drill
Shooters with no basketball skills
I made it from that swamp, bitch, keep yo' crocodile tears

I'm a hundred percent focus not on Adderall pills
Luwhop been a dawg, bitch, go check my catalog
I talk that shit can back it all
You pull dick like you jacking off
She love to fuck on alcohol and swallow nut like apple sauce

When I catch 'em I'ma knock yo' favorite rapper off
When big boy die, I'ma put another album out
Opps still alive so we ride with them switches
Gotta run from cop sirens, steady hiding us in prison

I'll die for my niggas, I won't lie to my niggas, but I want that same loyalty
Remember times I went and slide with this nigga, used to rob with this nigga
Now I heard he talking 'bout robing me
Kill him with no question

You was my brother, put you first, I never second guessed you
Every time you fell off, went to hurting, I came to yo' rescue
Now I'm praying to Glock before these bullets bless you
Gone be the first body on this bitch, I hope you feel special

I know how it feel when them friends turn foes
I'm so through with tears, I can't cry no mo'
Always love myself through my highs and my lows
Fuck depression, shit make you don't wanna be alive no mo'
I'm just talking to they soul, oh

I'm just talking to they soul
Praying that they spirit pure, and they heart gold
Starring in my rear view, Glock on fully auto
This could be the last night of my life only God knows
Don't feel no sorrow
They never have sympathy when you winning
Keep count of all the losses that you took since the beginning

Shited on you bad, that was gas to yo' engine
Passing through the same trenches, whip off Fast and the Furious
Remember they ain't wanna take me serious
Sitting back watching what happen like a experiment