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letra de rip - crash rarri

[intro]
ghetto greatness
(soldado)
rest in peace to all you n-gg-s, boy
rest in peace to all you fake -ss b-tches (yeah)

[chorus]
rest in peace to all them n-gg-s that hate on me
rest in peace to all them b-tches that faked on me (that faked on me, that faked on me)
yeah, rest in peace to enemies and frienemies
rest in peace to copycats and mini-mes (yeah, yeah)
(copycats and mini-mes, yeah)
rest in peace to doubts and insecurities
i had myself when no one else believed in me (yeah, yeah)
(believed in me, believed in me)
rest in peace to all my soldiers in the streets
’cause that blue that’s meant for you could be meant for me
(could be meant for me, could be meant for me)

[verse 1]
i make music for that youngin in the street
that be grippin’ on that 9 so he can heat (ayy, ayy)
(so he can eat, so he can eat)
and i make music for that girl without a dream
that use music just to help her self-esteem (yeah, yeah)
(her self-esteem, her self-esteem)
and i know n-gg-s, they ain’t ever what they seem
so i block and get the guap by any means (yeah, yeah)
(by any means, by any means)
b-tch, i’m ballin’, i’m just playin’ for the team
until one day all of my n-gg-s major league (yeah, yeah)
(major league, major league)
ooh, never thought young rarri, he would make it
but them chances, had to get ’em, had to take ’em (yeah, had to take ’em, yeah)
but all them p-ssy n-gg-s will now have to hate it
’cause i took a different route up out the pavement (yeah, out the pavement, yeah)

[verse 2]
ayy, stop what you doin’, think about your life
think about them long, cold nights before i had the ice
(had the ice, i had the ice)
think about the people i did wrong, i wanna make it right
(make it right, make it right)
put all my emotions in the song ’cause i could die tonight
(die tonight, die tonight)
my city don’t love a n-gg-, but i love the 2outh2id3 (2outh2id3)
made my hood famous, got these n-gg-s singin’ 2outh2id3 (2outh2id3)
iphone chingin’, whip the dope up counter-clockwise
down cincinnati, n-gg-s know that i got mob ties (insomniac)
p-ssy, i do not lie, shoot the pistol c-ck-eyed
whip a chicken, popeye’s, ridin’ ’round with popeyes
eagle bullets might fly, p-ssy n-gg- might die
rest in peace my real n-gg-s, tell the system free the guys (skrrt)

[outro]
that faked on me, that faked on me
copycats and mini-mes

- crash rarri

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