RIP, Pt. 1 - Babyface Ray

Guess what I just did?\nMade fifteen hundred from just unlocking my side door\nSo a nigga could do they deal\n(Pooh, you a fool for this one)\nTook some losses, I’m feelin' numb\nMake a birdie in crumbs\nCall up my nigga Mook, I’m tryna get him the move\nStill grievin' 'bout Soda, these niggas breakin' the rules\nHittin' bitches for soda, I’m rose-ing up all my jewels\nBroke down, that’s the real breakin' news\nI asked God to take me, don’t know why he takin' you\nTold the Devil, «Get up off me,» we be conversating too\nHit my line about my nigga Ric', ain’t think that it was true\nMoney, sex, and murder\nRapping taking me further\nPapa text my phone, say he was worried\nI seen Dex in the casket, couldn’t watch you get buried\nYou know this life get like a race, you gotta watch for the hurdles (Yeah)\nStreet money and scams\nCountin' money and laughin', kickin' business with M\nFifteen hundred, open your door, that’s not a joke\nEez made a move for his daughter 'cause he was broke\nIt’s crazy 'cause shit get harder the more I go\nMy money gettin' higher, man, why am I movin' low?\nMan, I am just a product, I’m telling you what I know\nMake sure you grab that stick before you go get the door\nBiggie used to buy the 'scripts from me when I first got 'em\nI can see the pain in Cheapie face, he still hurt 'bout it\nThen we lost Penny, guess it’s more money, more problems\nScooter graduated and hit the streets, I think no college\nWhat happened to Sluggo, Auntie Yolanda?\nMy Auntie Mimi, look at her and see my grandma\nAuntie Carlene, number one stunner\nMy Uncle Carl was super fly, over-thugging\nWatch us around us, can’t tell me nothin'\nLost my nigga Tizzle, that hurt my stomach\nBack to back Benzes, we was out in public\nI told my bitch to bring my stick 'cause I was feelin' somethin'\nI got too many niggas dead, that’s who I’m living for\nI make it rain like I was Play, that’s why I trip on hoes\nEthan died on my birthday, I barely knew him\nBut he was from my hood, that young nigga cold\nDopeboy and PJ got left at the store\nDyin' with the Drac' on me like my nigga Cho\nLasers in the trap house like my nigga B\nI feel like that shit happened 'cause they envy G\nIf Bud was still alive, how that shit’d be\nFlexing through the North End like my nigga Keith\nHP clear the bag, that’s my nigga Thump\nFace and Brick was the reason I picked up a cup\nEverything I do, I do it for my son\nWasn’t enough, hurt me bad, damn, I’m out of luck\nGoing crazy, check the bag, damn, I’m out of drugs