Don Trip, Starlito - RIP Spade lyrics

Worry 'bout your ho, nigga
And fuck what you heard
You probably heard it from a broke nigga
All these niggas police, no
I don't want smoke with you
(DTdaKidd, beat those drums)
That don't make no sense
Like servin' without no pistol
I'm a pimp, she better not fuck
A nigga for free, oh
You think you GloRilla?
My lil' fam probably ran through more
Tan sand than a four-wheeler
Ten bands on Crawford
'nother grand on the drawers
I never backdoored my homies or put
My fam in a cross
Rest in peace my nigga Spade, goddamn
That's a loss
'Fore you crash out, young nigga
Think about your family, dog
We got babies to raise, bills gotta get paid
Paranoid to this day
The streets made me this way
Only way that I learned was
To keep makin' mistakes
I learned it's 'bout what you say
It really ain't what you make
Seen 'em run up a million, microwave
Scrapin' the shake
Fuck around, catch you a case, then
Gotta pay what you weigh, for real

You know success is temporary
Gotta savor the taste
Until you give this shit your all
You'll never know what it takes
Until you give this shit your all
You'll never know where it takes you
You gotta push it, but pace it
It take persistence and patience
Got the news about Spade and I ain't
Quite know how to take it
I guess the least I can do
Is to offer this dedication
Whenever I get discouraged
I take a look at my babies
And I draw my inspiration off
The smiles on they faces
This world is wild, but I
Face it, my problems pile, but I take it
I grow stronger and tougher from
Whatever don't break me
I just grow stronger and tougher
It's like the factory made me
And then I voided the warranty 'cause
I had to upgrade me
Whip the foreign in traffic like
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Goddamn, this game all I know
I feel just like Jordan and Brady
Rather retire than get traded
Never give up or give in
Lito like, "Puff, puff, pass
" I'm on my second wind
Don't let them fuck niggas fool you
If they could stop me, they would've
I let my goon wipe your nose 'til
We got a Glock full of boogers
And I'm gon' catch a play like
We just broke the huddle
And I think Ben Franklin Blue
Is becomin' my favorite color
I got my map and my compass
I'm 'bout to find me some trouble
Best thing my dad ever did was not
Let me die in the rubble
Oh, but don't get it twisted
My daddy still was a sucker
And if I said it, I meant it
I ain't mumble or stutter long live Pif

(DTdaKidd, beat those drums)