Children Of The Corn (Memphis) - R.I.P.

Verse 1:

My money is kinda low they don't think we know a better way
How to make my cash flow and how to make these bitches hate
See i gots' to break it down and make these hoes understand
Run yo fuckin masterplan on how to do a nigga in
Move in closer listen bitch cause man i don't have time to waste
Money is the way of life and money keeps my pockets straight
Don't hesitate to walk the strip so please don't please don't play with daddy bitch
When i ask for cash all you bitches better bring it quick

Verse 2:

Like ever since the day a nigga make me wana make me get my clip
Lost my daddy nine six im finna let this shit jus hit the air the atmosphere be full up here
When i have my dreams having bad visions of phenomena mane cold is gripping the scenes
I told you tricks that once before mane fuck you bustas talkin trash
Load my slugs then [?] bust yo ass

Verse 3:
How you really ever deal with when God you be under-estimate
Real motherfuckin' niggas comin' straight from [?] lake
Nigga can you feel me do you see just what i'm getting at
So 5-0 just the only thing you need before you special seed
Be smart and take pride in the thing's you do
Cause' you never know when the Reaper comes to humble you
(I'm comin' fool)
Never ever underestimate putting bitches where we always did
Well real let these niggas know "they see a clique nobody shoot"
Verse 4:
Oh Nay What my Daddy say "God help me through this shit R.I.P. Daniel [?]"
Watch your back nigga [?] i'm on my feet
Lots you niggas talk that shit now R.I.P. rest in peace

Outro:
Yea Yea
R.I.P. nigga Yea
R.I.P. Young nigga mane
Yea R.I.P. to my niggas mane
He want me to have some fame so i gotta bust my thang'

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