Epidemic

Dmac on the fucking track

Tahj Money

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"

In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

He gon' let that .9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

Once you give my pussy up, it's over with

Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with

I'm in my bag now, I act like I don't know the bitch

Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits

Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list

You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick

They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic

I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick

My whole squad scorin', bitch, we don't do no assists

Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche

Might catch him at the red light tryna load his blick

Every day a gamble with your life, all we know is risk

From the Windy City where you bound to see the coldest shit

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"

In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

He gon' let that .9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me

Promise to my son that the streets won't get no more of me

Remember every line from that obituary poetry

See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me

Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me

Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me

See him in person and that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'

Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in a van

You know it's fuck the other side 'cause my niggas gone

Always been fuck the other side, we don't get along

If we bump heads, like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on

Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone

Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown

Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone

And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong

I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"

In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease

He gon' let that .9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze