Babyface Ray - RIP, Pt. 1 lyrics

Guess what I just did?
Made fifteen hundred from just
Unlocking my side door
So a nigga could do they deal
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Took some losses, I'm feelin' numb
Make a birdie in crumbs
Call up my nigga Mook
I'm tryna get him the move
Still grievin' 'bout Soda
These niggas breakin' the rules
Hittin' bitches for soda
I'm rose-ing up all my jewels
Broke down, that's the real breakin' news
I asked God to take me
Don't know why he takin' you
Told the Devil, "Get up off me
" we be conversating too
Hit my line about my nigga Ric'
Ain't think that it was true
Money, sex, and murder
Rapping taking me further
Papa text my phone, say he was worried
I seen Dex in the casket
Couldn't watch you get buried
You know this life get like a race
You gotta watch for the hurdles (yeah)
Street money and scams
Countin' money and laughin'
Kickin' business with M
Fifteen hundred, open your door
That's not a joke eez made a move for his
Daughter 'cause he was broke
It's crazy 'cause shit get harder
The more I go my money gettin' higher, man
Why am I movin' low?
Man, I am just a product
I'm telling you what I know
Make sure you grab that stick before
You go get the door
Biggie used to buy the 'scripts from
Me when I first got 'em
I can see the pain in Cheapie face
He still hurt 'bout it
Then we lost Penny, guess it's more money
More problems
Scooter graduated and hit the streets
I think no college
What happened to Sluggo, Auntie Yolanda?
My Auntie Mimi
Look at her and see my grandma
Auntie Carlene, number one stunner
My Uncle Carl was super fly, over-thugging
Watch us around us, can't tell me nothin'
Lost my nigga Tizzle, that hurt my stomach
Back to back Benzes, we was out in public
I told my bitch to bring my
Stick 'cause I was feelin' somethin'
I got too many niggas dead
That's who I'm living for
I make it rain like I was Play
That's why I trip on hoes
Ethan died on my birthday, I barely knew
Him, but he was from my hood
That young nigga cold
Dopeboy and PJ got left at the store
Dyin' with the Drac' on me like my nigga Cho
Lasers in the trap house like my nigga B
I feel like that shit happened
'cause they envy G
If Bud was still alive, how that shit'd be
Flexing through the North End
Like my nigga Keith
HP clear the bag, that's my nigga Thump
Face and Brick was the reason
I picked up a cup
Everything I do, I do it for my son
Wasn't enough, hurt me bad, damn
I'm out of luck
Going crazy, check the bag, damn
I'm out of drugs