RIP LU MIKE (Explicit) - EST Gee

Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Mark Nikolaev

Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Mark Nikolaev

Produced by：FOREVEROLLING/Marko Lenz

Soon I got this **** locked and loaded

They put the police on me

The war been bogus Kolby told 'em I had 200 on him

The Nash ain't even want half to have you smashed for speakin' on him

Once had to get the task **** was to fast for local police

Still free you till you land unless it's sealed **** you can't show me

You know I miss big bro Rico he short hope they parole him

His mother Pearl look like girl I learned that from brody

Up top with sawed off my little homie think he Monster Kody

I know we scare 'em but we can't spare 'em if we catch him loafin'

I'm seein' **** change my opps in graves

Now they lil' cousins want it

Age ain't a thing get on my radar then your time approachin'

They rep but they don't step the God of War said he bless killers only

RIP Lu Mike took his own life drawin' down on his opponent

They eyes was closed so they wouldn't know

They just heard the four nick throwin'

Even after he fell from shootin' himself you scared to walk down on him

He was like fourteen sliding with Lil' Green puttin' bread on y'all big homie

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Five star powder cowboy Dak Prescott

Lionheart I'm around for it when it's pressure

I don't respect no nigga gettin' tipped off from detectives

Call sell it quickly you don't wanna die right?

It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right

You wasn't surprised you been spoke a few times

Probably with your mom right?

You know that ain't alright you know that ain't alright

You know that ain't straight nigga how is that okay nigga?

Man I hate a fake nigga lame hit drank sipper

Brick layer I help build niggas end up still switchin' back

My face painted holding on the Drac waitin' on the spot where they be at

Somehow someway even if my prey escape I got the skill to track

Everytime I wake every second of day I'm thinkin' of catchin' a hat

If I bumped into you and you know it's at you know I'm uppin' strap

My best advice you back as if you don't but you know **** splat

Different when you leave the spot without a thought of getting back

Two energies don't match you want a name he want a stat

Then another one and another one and another one after that

It's new nigga that think now since they in it the score 'posed to reset

So **** keeping score it's just gonna be war till it's just us left

Learned as a lil' boy applyin' force is what get you respect

You know you got floored if you don't hear no noise I banged that stick

The young Shiners starter kit the dog you hit something with your blick man

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Five star powder cowboy Dak Prescott

Lionheart I'm around for it when it's pressure

I don't respect no nigga gettin' tipped off from detectives

Call sell it quickly you don't wanna die right?

It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right

You wasn't surprised you been spoke a few times

Probably with your mom right?

You know that ain't alright you know that ain't alright