[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
Woke up the morning, is this my last day?
My girl cook breakfast could it be my last tray?
Grandma die on the toilet got me scared to sh-
Shrink sound crazy, cause I ain’t scared of [bad word] Lil folk gone, Grandma gone
Do some music [bad word]  [bad word] your song
Ain’t talking money don’t call my phone
Just me and mama lefts all alone
Ain't need no man, I can hold my own
Yeah me and my chrome, R.I.P. who?
Be damned if you leave me out here dead gone

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s strapped and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
Never let a [bad word] [bad word] trick you out the streets

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Every [bad word] I shot, every lick I hit
Every go I hit
Every [bad word] that’s in my click
Don’t stop 'til we all be rich
I'm a soldier, gonna stay silent
Lot of young niggas who body body
R.I.P. to the fake [bad word] niggas who got this game crowded
I done beaten them murder charges before, so I can feel Boosie
Lot of confusion when you seeing partner in they trial, losing
There's a bunch of real [bad word] in my heart that's why I speak from it
Never know when my [bad word] Ain't no sense [bad word] from it

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s cross and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
Never let a [bad word] [bad word] trick you out the streets

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
3 niggas, 3 guns, just me with no gun
Caught slipping, [bad word] not me
Lord please no R.I.P
My face on a white tee, that’s unlikely
Lil brother down
... popping fence ...
... be boogie bread
Lord, could you pray for my enemies
The ones that are filled with jealousy
They hate on me and doubting me
Always had a cold heart no sympathy
Real [bad word] no industry
Real [bad word] raised in these streets
Me, Slim and Alley My eyes stay red like I got allergies

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s cross and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
Never let a [bad word] [bad word] trick you out the streets

[Verse 4: Trouble]
They keep telling me congratulations
I tell them "Appreciate it, but no thanks"
Tell me that when you see me in all white and a [bad word] facing
The bottom of the stairs of a gat, now remember this plot
Rest in peace A.J. on the side on everything I got
And everything I ever own
R.I.P. to who? Me? Nah, never
But when I do, bet it won’t be better, no
For the [bad word] or for his family
Cause [bad word] with me
It's Trouble, Trouble babe
Trouble, Trouble’s the name

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s cross and ain’t nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain’t nobody caring
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
R.I.P. who? Nah, not me
Never let a [bad word] [bad word] trick you out the streets