Epidemic

Dmac on the f**king track

Tahj Money

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"

In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause n**gas die from that disease

He gon' let that .9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

Once you get my p**sy up, it's over with

Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with

I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't know the b**ch

Before I knew applyin' wars, tryna go on hits

Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list

You better pick out a casket, 'cause they're goin' quick

They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic

I know 'bout some flukey sh*t, I heard he died on a lick

My whole squad's goin', b**ch, we don't do no assist

Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche

Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick

Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk

From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest sh*t

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"

In the trenches yellin' "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause n**gas die from that disease

He gon' let that .9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

Switchers on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's for me

Promise to my son, that the street won't get no more of me

Remember every line from that obituary poetry

See they peep on ballin', now just go back to ignorin' me

Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me

Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on them, but they forcin' me

See him in person, then that boy won't stand on sh*t he been sayin'

Pop sh*t like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in the van

You know it's f**k the other side cause my n**gas gone

Always been f**k the other side, we don't get along

If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on

Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone

Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown

Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone

And she ain't all innocent, she did a n**ga wrong

I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song, oh

I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"

In the trenches yellin', "Gang, gang," mob ties, what I bleed

Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause n**gas die from that disease

He gon' let that .9 blow with ease

Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?

I know she might cry if I leave

I been fooled by liars and thieves

Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze