dis is my cousins rhyme, his name was Risky, and he lived up 2 it- he got capped in a club couple months ago. R.I.P. We miss u baby.


We gotta ride da waves of injustice// bare niggas wanna fuck wit dis// an' i make em forget their feelins of bliss// dis beef tings gettin rediculous// i seen family cats get capped at a cousins christ//nin// il tell u dis// dere aint a god if dat aint a sin// open yur eyes yur ears start lookin an lis//nin//.

Dis shit turn niggas insane.

i was like-fuck da sentiments// im just mental// push bitches away when they tried 2 be gentle// used 2 love beef so much i was like a nigga for rental// nigga for hire// stick wit beef till da end of da wire// before dat i was shya// just a little yout// dreamin one day id have da dough 2 buy a coupe// then i grew up an da streets tought me to shoot// then i used dat skill to earn dis nigga sum loot.

R.I.P. baby.

We need to get 2 da root// get 2 da bottom// niggas gettin loud gotta find another way 2 stop em// its gonna take all our strength// but we gotta try our best not to rock em// if yur carryin nines dont cock em// just lock em// away// i listen 2 akon// but before the only thing wit a a and a k was da gat dat i held and i didnt stow away// wit da shotgun // just bust heads for fun// now i sniff coke and i like 2 bunn// if u got beef// just walk// dont run.

peace out niggas.
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