Waka Flocka Flame,, Slim Dunkin, Alley Boy, Trouble - R.I.P. lyrics

Woke up this morning, is this my last day?
My girl cooked breakfast
Could it be my last tray?
Grandma died on the toilet
Got me scared to shhh
Shrink said I'm crazy 'cause I
Ain’t scared of shit
Little folk gone, Grandma gone
Do some music, nigga, fuck your song
Ain't talking money? Don't call my phone
Just me and mama left all alone
And I don't need no man, I can hold my own
Just me and my chrome
RIP who? Be damned if you leave
Me out here dead and gone

Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some turned into snitch and some
Are in the Feds
Everybody’s strapped and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
RIP (who?) nah, not me (no)
RIP (who?) nah, not me (no)
RIP (who?) nah, not me (no)
Never let a pussy nigga trick
You out the streets

Every nigga I shot, every lick I hit
For every door I kick
Every nigga that’s in my click
Don’t stop 'til we all be rich
I'm a soldier, gonna stay silent, lot
Of young niggas who 'bout it, 'bout it
RIP to the fake ass niggas
Who got this game crowded
I done beat them murder charges before
So I can feel Boosie
Lot of confusion when you seeing your
Partner dem in they trial, losing
Ain't nothing but some real shit in my heart
That's why I spit from it
Never know when my time come
Ain't no sense in running from it

Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s cross and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me rIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick
You out the streets

3 niggas, 3 guns, just me with no gun
Caught slipping, goddamn not me
Lord please, no RIP
My face on a white tee, that’s unlikely
Lil brother down dead
Uncle, pops in the feds
So I'm bickin' back, be bool, get bread
Lord, could you pray for my enemies
The ones heart filled with jealousy
They hate on me and doubting me
Always had a cold heart no sympathy
Real nigga no industry
Real nigga raised in these streets
Me, Slim D and Alley B
My eyes stay red I got a allergies

Some my niggas broke
(broke) and some my niggas dead (dead)
Some turned into snitch
(snitch) and some are in the Fed (fed)
Everybody’s strapped
(scrapped) and ain’t nobody scared (no)
Young niggas dying (blatt, blatt) and ain’t
Nobody caring (blatt)
RIP (who?) Nah, not me (no)
RIP (who?) Nah, not me (no)
RIP (who?) Nah, not me (no)
Never let a pussy nigga trick
You out the streets (Dunk, Dunk, Dunk, Dunk)

They keep telling me congratulations
I tell them "Appreciate it, but no thanks"
Tell me that when you see me in
All white and a nigga facing
The bottom of the stairs of a gat
Now remember this plot
Rest in peace AJ on the
Side on everything I got
And everything I ever own
RIP to who? Me? Nah, never
But when I do, bet it won’t be better, no
For the nigga or for his family
Cause they coming with me
It's Trouble, Trouble baby
Trouble, Trouble’s the name

Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s cross and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
RIP who? Nah, not me rIP who? Nah, not me
RIP who? Nah, not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick
You out the streets