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Rest in peace all the legends

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Lately, I been tryna find the best in me

And to all the ones that we lost on the way, rest in peace

I'm feelin' sick as I'm spittin' on this infectious beat

Just thinkin' bout and reminiscin' all the deaths

I see that rappers times cut short, no vasectomy

Had my mind in a morgue

Thinkin' recklessly if Ima die in this world too, no one next to me

And go to hell or heaven, what is my destiny?

Our ecstasy, is gettin' money and blessings

We just wanna kick it and live it up like no next week

But god testin' me

I ain't tryna accept defeat

And before you know it people kill you outta jealousy

They mad at you cause you comin' up countin' hella cheese

They sad to see you doin' well cause they didn't get the keys

They tryna see you fall down when you erect, indeed

Now you the one that they gon' drown, put you to rest, and plead the fifth when they arrested

Ain't no confessin'

Cause paper rule the world, ain't no charges bein' pressed

And the only dudes stressed be the families in a mess, cryin' over the dead body that they could never caress anymore

Remember triple X? He a G.O.A.T. for the kids now

But what was goin' on right before?

They hopped on the wave, but it's late, he washed up on the shore

It's a shame nobody gave a fuck when he was at the door

Then we lost WRLD and Peep to drugs and the lean

Teenager superstars dealin' with shit just like a fiend

Copin' mechanisms wreckin' livers, stoppin' you from breathin'

Hella visions and the business shattered into pieces

Like Reeses, I'm puffin' on this weed, steady thinkin' bout the blood that all my brothers bleed

And the cycle just repeats itself like every week

They killed the king of Tennessee, and recently lost Keed off an OD

Ain't sayin' they the OGs

But now the numbers skyrocket like stock markets showin' increase

After they die all the bot comments done decreased

Cause now the fake people sympathize with the deceased

To say the least, nobody give a damn

When you alive they hide and when you in sand they hop on the bandwagon

Pants saggin' cause that shit be on fire like your records when you headless

Under the grave you gettin' buyers of your attire

Actin' like they fuckin' witchu but they nothin' but some liars

The percs and the pistol determine your entire endeavor as a rapper that everybody admires

And the youngins soon desire to pick up a mic, following trends that they like

And the next thing you know, they poppin' pills like it's Mike and Ike

Do it in spite of all the plight it caused just to fit in

And later in life despise what you are

It got me wonderin' as I be tryna tread in the cold waters of my inspirations that be dead

Like what could happen if I put the trigger to my head?

The next day will my record label be countin' bread?

Is a rapper even a rapper if he ain't takin' no meds?

Is you trap enough and is you really sayin' fuck the feds?

But this shit just be some stereotypes today instead

Cause I ain't no fuckin' gangsta

"Thug Life" ain't what it says, bitch