RapVerse.com Community - When I die-Young Fear F.T. Crime

(hook)
When I die/
Niggas betta have no pity/
Just bury a motherfucker in a gangsta city/
When I die/
Leave me with that red on top/
Cause when I die/
Its gonna be from a head shot/

(fear)
I got your back brother/
Theres no need to worry bout nothing/
Safety the gat put up the slugger most these niggas frontin/
Ill never be a chiwawa, I do more than bark/
Niggas saying they g ridas when all they do is walk/
Im hell sent in this/
Spittin venomous sentences/
A menace who’ll leave your bones too broke to mend/
And send you to a dentist/
No repentance/
Cause lifes a game you play to win/
So ill snuff you till I see the same color as leahs skin/
And send you to the doc to put stitches in your chin/
Then run up on your ass and punch your lights out again/
Im a sin/
…..nigga I was born to die/
For the 5,j,Li, and whit im sworn to ride/
(hook2x)

(crime)
When I die I don’t want yall to cry for me/
Just light a blunt & blow the smoke to the sky for me/
Pour out ya liquor and toast to the crime life g/
& just know I lived and died like a gangsta B…/
all my life I was problem child/
so I guess its only right im still a problem now/
I live my life to the fullest every step that I walk/
And every sentence I talk/
Is comin from the genious at heart/
So pay attention to my words of wisdom/
Don’t speak just listen/
So when im gone I don’t ever wanna see ya eyes glisten/
Remember me for who I was & not what I did/
Or the ones I offended by the things that I said/
Cuz all eyes on me until the day that im dead/
But till then ima live like I got no remorse/
And with force ima lead my soldiers to the top/
And if I die on the way itll be sucide by a cop/
When will I stop homie only god knows that/
But my life long question is am I on the right path/
(hook2x)

(fear)
Probably die by my kin cause niggas faker than a unicorn/
Leave my casket dripped out like a Pimp In Red Uniform/
In death my memory will stay strong & stand tall/
Just pick up the pieces that drop when this man falls/
Ill be remembered as the dude that spoke truth/
That’s Damu/
So please give me a 55 gun salute/
And don’t put me 6, put me 5 feet deep/
Then grab up the flamers, ride and bang on the weak/
Cause all my Blood brothers is partners in crime/
So when one falls we ride clappin 45’s and 9’s/
Dog we grind/
We remain strong and militant in mind/
So serve vengence, then chill, have a party & shine/
So when the grim reaper’s knocking & now is my time/
Remember the wishfull statements that I wrote in this rhyme/