Vídeo da música

TheReal G.E - R.I.P (Official Audio)
Assista ao videoclipe da música {trackName} de {artistName}

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TheReal G.E
TheReal G.E
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gustavo Erick Nunes Moen
Gustavo Erick Nunes Moen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Fe4r
Kid Fe4r
Producer

Letra

I'm done wit this shit bruh I'm done Ight R.I.P (To the hating enemies) R.I.P (To the faking wannabe's) R.I.P (Cus y'all niggas are dead to me) (Y'all dead to me) Yah I don't got no fucking time to waste ma time (Nah) Cus ma only goal is to grind to survive (Yah) I gotta fly so days and dreams of mine can amplify Nobody gonna tell how to be me Cus I'm the only me wit master degree In how to be free (How to be free) Chilling cruzin' down the street Repeat That's ma checklist I be riding through the line and vibing all night While still stepping one step higher everytime (Everytime) Haters tryna put me down, cus they see me at the top Wit the, shine (Shine) Only putting real niggas at ma side So we can ride to the top, of the hillside View point of mine Combining every situation (Of the hillside) Like a mastermind The energy is wild And the hype is primed That's how it is When G to the motherfuckin' E spitting rhymes (Rhymes) Now the building is on fire And the smoke keep Getting higher And everybody gonna see it Cus the light is bright And it's worldwide R.I.P (To the hating enemies) R.I.P (To the faking wannabe's) R.I.P (Cus y'all niggas are dead to me) (Y'all dead to me) Yah Jealousy make niggas go crazy (Crazy) Telling lies, maan stop faking (Stop faking) Before i beat yo motherfuckin' ass And you cry like a baby (Baby) I know you do what i do daily (Yah) Copycat tryna raise me (Tryna raise me) While I'm just blazin' Oh shit The roof is raising Mind so lazy and everythang fazing It's amazing Wait (Wait) Lemme count (Lemme count) 1.2.3.4 1 and another following each other on the floor Teaming up, against ma dome But I'm living ma life And i don't think i give a fuck hoe Y'all be still acting smuck But I'm still ain't giving a fuck Y'all some passing ducks If i get yo ass it was bad luck (Bad luck) Haters gonna, hate But that ain't ma faith So don't expect me to investigate (Nah) Cus I'm chilling And I got so much to appreciate (Appreciate) R.I.P (To the hating enemies) R.I.P (To the faking wannabe's) R.I.P (Cus y'all niggas are dead to me) (Y'all dead to me) Yah R.I.P R.I.P I'm done G.E out
Writer(s): Gustavo Erick Nunes Moen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out