MID - Rest In Peace

{Verse 1: Cheff}
Check it
Big black box full of Magnums
And I'm cockin' back on bitches waitin' to get at 'em
Get at me
Mister swag general mister tell you thing or two
Or mister gettin' physical up in your parent's bedroom
Official, missin' women somethin' I won't do
Ride or die nigga, man I only love the crew
Now my mind's iller and it's all because of you
Oh Mary J. Watson girl my only love is you
True, money be the reasonin' for everything
Pussy, power, respect its freedom nigga let it ring
All my niggas swagged out my bitches carry heavy things
Fly as fuckin' airplanes, yeah
Got a blunt rolled now I'm finna head out
Keep my eyes open on my toes try and stay out
But, niggas hatin' hard and so I gotta go harder
Get that money, get that respect yeah rep that regular
Yeah and now we found that way out
(?...) from niggas we the music (?...) money's safe house
Miami cribs, backyard beaches smoke some blunts and lay out
Rich with my niggas fuck them bitches that you dream 'bout
And I'ma cop my mom that house that she dream 'bout
And all the niggas ridin' with me never have to see drought
We kill the show and we out
And get the dough and give out
Money ain't a thing, 'bout the music and relationships
Yeah, don't forget the (?...) piff
(?...) bitches fine as fuck can't get enough of it
I love this shit I cuss and shit because I'm high as fuck and shit
Regular grindin' and we fuckin' runnin' shit

{Hook: Mid R Kay}
Makaveli rest in peace
May I rest when I'm deceased
She hit me on the celly she want it all in her belly
Polo fleece fresh to death and heaven after that
Count the money hold it steady time to double up I'm ready yeah

{Verse 2: Mid R Kay}
Let me speak
Triple R fleet
Flow so elite more hits of the weed
I keep glamourin' at the lifestyle of a rockstar
Swung between that and living long takin' care my moms
Can't have both because the oaths don't consist of that
Run the scriptures back tryna get that Rothschild money
Buddy you don't know where my head be at
Simple as Pete's, kill the beat like the cops patrollin'
When I stroll in ghetto rollin' and my chain golden
The fingers in her pussy like they bowlin'
She look graceful watch her as she floatin'
That's how I pick 'em elegant with wisdom
Wisdom don't mean knowledge
Wisdom mean not knowing anything
Accepting everything
Except from those that say that they know everything
They the ones that I be questionin'
Seeking estrogen, been a long day again
Tryna unwind with a fine pretty young thing
Do the damn thing
I just do that, you knew that
Stu stu recordin' with a few chaps splittin'
DQM on the fitted, money on my mind doe
Honey on the side doe, I leave through the side door
Rappin' is my life this is what I am alive for
My eyes low the sky so still
I told her that I loved her but I lied though
(?...) in Tokyo I hope he know I'm focused yo
I don't watch the throne
To the throne I don't belong to the kingdom
Young achilles out for legacies
Until they take the breath from me, they do remember me
The last ingredients of success is death yes
Hit the cess in a studio sesh one gram of the left
To the rest God bless past tense everlast see you soon

{Hook: Mid R Kay}