Текст песни Long Live (R.I.P) - vengeance!

Long live to my (Huh, yeah)
Long live to my (Shh, yeah)
Keep sticks inside that (Shh, shh)
Keep sticks inside that (Bang, bang)

That iron what you tote but, death won't keep it
Death won't keep it simple (death won't keep it simple)

Long live to my folks
Long live to my people
That iron what you tote but, death won't keep it simple
Yeah, murder that she wrote, when she cut my heart into nickels

So I changed up on that hoe, made it seem like i'm evil
But I kept a smile on my face and deep down I felt emo
Hope these drugs in me ain't laced
But I still yearn back for more

We could argue back days for days, you was thinking 'bout cuttin' me off for sure
And I don't wanna end our season off on a bad episode
And no matter which way you put it
I'll never feel safe without you or my pole

Gang, gang, oh yeah we froze
Bang, gang, oh yeah we tote
Huh, huh, mane it's opp season
We'll fish 'em out

And we'll wash the nigga yeah, dish 'em out
Cost six hundred for the drink amount
(Ha, ha)
Mane i'm fucked up probably need an ounce

Feelings, yeah, she said "let it out", so I smoke the pain and I thug it out
I smoke and drive bitch, i'm "rollin' out"
Ha, ha
RIP the guys, RIP, yeah, RIP

Huh, RIP
Long live my people (Long live the guys)
My people, yeah (Gang, gang, gang!)
Long live to my folks

Long live to my people
That iron what you tote but, death won't keep it simple
Yeah, murder that she wrote, when she cut my heart into nickels
So I changed up on that hoe, made it seem like i'm evil

No, I can't go back home, to none of my people
They lost inside they graves, hope the didn't fall from evil
Got sticks inside that Shh (Shh)
They all illegal

No matter how much cash I got, i'll always be on my own
(Huh, huh)
(No matter how much cash I got, i'll always be on my own)
(Huh, huh)

No matter how much cash I got, i'll always be on my own