InLovingMemory

What?

Walk up in your spot and watch me turn it to a grave

Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave

Every day, every chance I get, I take, on the stage

In my grave, either way I'm gettin' paid

Humans like to speak on me and put the smile up on my face

Ear to ear, I'm who they fear, they know I bloody up the place

Grip that pistol with precision

End up in court, yeah, all my bitches dead, dead

Like I'm filmin', "Ooh, ooh," weapon singin'

Fuck it, kickin', fuck it up, rippin', got no time to show no sympathy

Men in Black, the beam, except I want him to remember me

Punch into a different beat, the dead is in the infantry

I'm spittin' like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit

This old CD on my hip, bitch, I don't stop until I hit

Them 46's on me flip and now everybody my victim

So then I end it, I flipped it, I'm trippin', I need to simmer down

Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound

Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound

Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that-