R.I.P. (feat. A-Zeus & LrdBrn)

Man they call me AZ I get it popping From NY to AZ Catch me in a H-3 Running back no safety Man that shit amaze me Went from Riyadh to Dub V Ain't nobody above me That shit just disgust me Catch me on the West-Side, connecting like I'm WC Keep a bit low-key While yo bitch on me 15 in the clip, One in the chamber That’s a sweet 16 My shit so mean Servin sick dope fiends I double bands, my hustle grand I'm on my T.I. shit That special plan, ten rap commands I'm on my B.I. bitch With the chronic and the herb Man I’m polished; straight robotics I’m the bombest with the words Mix hypnotic, gin and tonic Like Adonis with the swerve Gotta die for them to listen Yet I’m shinning with the prism And these rocks they start to the glisten And these rhymes is all I’m pitching Rest In Peace to my enemies now When I’m on the mic It’s like I’m Kennedy how I be killing shit And they’ll never figure me out It’s cold as f*ck outside That’s why they catching me out Rest In Peace to my enemies now When I’m on the mic It’s like I’m Kennedy how I be killing shit And they’ll never figure me out It’s cold as f*ck outside That’s why they ain’t catching me out Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Grip the pound I fit the crown My shit profound Distinctive sound Dismiss the crowd Piff the loud Then spit my vows, like I ain't gotta wait too much And plus I weigh too much And in all honesty? I'm just way too much They concerned I play with birds And got a way with words In fact, I got a way with it Hit a lick, and got away with it Copped a brick, it got a weigh with it I just ran through those bars, man I got a list in Bars over heads, y’all gotta listen I've been tryna get this guy to listen Holy pen, how could u not give God a listen? Y'all stare in amazement Raps got them doing circles That's what a maze meant Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Rest In Peace to my enemies now When I’m on the mic It’s like I’m Kennedy how I be killing shit And they’ll never figure me out It’s cold as f*ck outside That’s why they catching me out Rest In Peace to my enemies now When I’m on the mic It’s like I’m Kennedy how I be killing shit And they’ll never figure me out It’s cold as f*ck outside That’s why they ain’t catching me out Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Aha Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah