[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