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Anticipation - E.S.G.
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin here blowed I dedicate this song
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
Come follow me now and let me kick that old school flow
All my gs who got popped or else dropped by a 44
Tryna make ends roll in benz and stay tight
Get high with the crew d**k one or two down tonight
And stay true to the game make yo cash the dash
But 5 os and jackers all over yo a**
So n**gas stay woke don't ever sleep when you creep
'Cuz nowadays they pack AKS and sh*t's gettin deep
Bustin bustin biggedy bustas keep yo pockets on fat
And to my homies who rest every night I look back
And say d**n now why did my n**gas have to die
To ease the pain I don't cry I fire that potent fry
And reminisce my life I mean the whole 20 years
'Cuase over the days crime has paid for many of my peers
Some died from car wrecks and tecs to the necks
I know my mother anticipate now will her son be next
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standinn' here blowed I dedicate this song
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
Funky funerals sixty cars with lights and one cop
Rollin slow behind a hearse block to block
And uh I couldn't make it I was feelin' worse
To show my love for
'Cuz I pour some sip to the curse
We had tight times we even had lose times
Sharin a brew smokin a few flashin up the deuce sign
Rollin thick as a b**ch with my whole f**kin click
Yep cut for one another down to take a n**ga's sh*t
Crankin cars nothing barred the sh*t stayed tight
Mobbin forty ounce slobbin nearly every night
Much goes to those I'm givin it up I mean my props
From Charlie Brown to Shawn Miles and to my steppops
I got nothing for love and it's gettin strong
I keep my head up even when the sh*t's going wrong
And ain't no use to me puttin out my fry
Sometimes I anticipate now will I be the next to die
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
And now it's 93 and sh*t's still illegal
So I gave in my Tec for a 44 desert eagle
Still got memories of my homies in the past
So I look high and ask the Lord if I last
And if not when I drop six feet deep
Put a forty in my lap
And in my mouth a swisher sweet
And let the dead rest and then close my eyes
And if my n**gas ain't there then I just might rise
And bust a couple of caps
Yap in the spirits from hell
See a n**ga might be dead but I got do*e to sell
So n**gas don't forget for yo to bring the fry
'Cuz everyone'll cry and say d**n this n**ga had to die
Had to die had to die