RIP, Love - Faouzia

Yeah, rest in peace to love October 22nd, 1992 July 8th, 2009 (Zaytoven) You will be missed forever (Metro Boomin wants some more) Rest in peace to love I gave up a long time ago (long time ago, straight up) Hard times, everybody left I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21) My shoulder took a lot of tears Woulda swore it was a fountain on I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (on God) Woulda never went against you ever (21) I even tried to make the grudge settle (straight up) Yeah, I heard that you slept with a couple fellas (straight up) Still treated you like a virgin because I know you better (on God) When she suck it, take my soul, she a whole devil (21) Bought a Wagon then I covered it with rose petals (skrrt) She didn't think I was romantic 'cause I'm so ghetto Got a Patek and a Birkin, it was fundamental Then the situation took a U-turn Foundation crumbled and the roof burned (21) I ain't perfect, I was slidin' like a earthworm, loco But I never ever brought the dirt home (on God) Man, we both played each other, you was worse, though (21) Always blamin' me because I did it first, though (21) You started sleepin' with your phone in your purse, though And you had that p- fragrance on your skirt Rest in peace to love I gave up a long time ago (long time ago, straight up) Hard times, everybody left I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21) My shoulder took a lot of tears Woulda swore it was a fountain on I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on I had your back, you put a knife in mine (now I'm scarred) If you was finna lose your life, I woulda gave you mine (on God) I sit back and reminisce sometimes (Just be thinkin', you know, 'bout the old days) I used to drink my syrup while you drank your wine (my old ways) Can't believe what we came to (21) You won't believe what the fame do We ain't together, any problems, I still came through (straight up) Heard he put his hands on you, that's what lames do Got my first taste of love and I thank you (thank you) Savage, never let another woman taint you (21) Fallen victim to my feelings, something I can't do (never) Get revenge on every b-, even if it ain't you (on God) Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (F-U-C L-U-V) Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight) My shoulder took a lot of tears Woulda swore it was a fountain on (Heavy rain, thunderstorm, hail comin', fallin') I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (Frown on the inside, laugh when the flash on) Truly genuine love never really dies But lust, infatuation and unrevealed attraction Are all things that over time rarely survive

Name like a dick so you know you getting fucked Like Tupac I'ma have to go and hit him up On the internet you acting real tough Had enough of the shit I'm calling yo bluff On the gram tryna flex up with a gun Put the shit down you ain't finna pop none Went from three beats for fun Right back to the one Finney you my bitch you my son Run Sick of Kevin Finney yeah I know Have yet to meet a worthy rival Best in the west is my title I put that shit on Michael Fucking SoundCloud rapper Fucking closet rapper Fucking think you could beat me you must have it backwards How's it feel to get dissed on every platform I get paid to kill this failed drug dealer actor Everybody knows I already pissed on your grave I'm a resurrect you kill you again and get paid Still with the talking even though you got flamed Little crybaby bitch don't speak on my name You keep on telling me I'm gonna get jumped Like I ain't got my own friends I could call up Run up on you while you chilling in the cut Stomp you out and give you an ugly ass girl my nut You deleted your account of over thirty plus tracks Over my six minutes yeah yeah your shits wack Finney the fake trying so hard to be black I'm putting great value G-Eazy in the body bag Dissed again dissed again Shaft with a hit again Honestly dawg get the fuck out of Michigan Imma have to beat you with some of this discipline Fuck arent you getting you better start listenin Nobody fucks with you in the whole mitten This includes Jackson Detroit and Muskegon And Newaygo County in the motherfucking building Grand Rapids Lansing how the hell ya feeling Any fanbase you think you got I'm stealing The end of Kevin Finney yeah that's what I'm preaching But wait though the fuck wrong with your chin Finney got herpes he is contracting Ask your girlfriend about the nudes she was sending to Mac Heard that shit is nasty and that is a fact Why are you bitching about all of my tracks Freestyles or writtens all your shit is trash I could beat you anywhere any day What you say Mothafucka I ain't ever been afraid You really bout to make me pull rank But hit me up when your wack ass freestyle hits 16k Obsessed with me Constantly texting me Since day one bitch it's been rest in peace You think you better than me Pull up we'll see Don't worry bitch I'll kill you for free My one song got more views and all yours combined More than you'll ever see in a lifetime No more disses on you these my last rhymes Nail in the coffin I'm hitting my prime You could die tomorrow nobody would care Local king of this shit no way to compare Honestly finney we will never be square But I can see how you think this is unfair But wait don't slit your wrists I'll Grant you two of the things that you wish I'll write you a diss And I'll give you a lift To the studio maybe you'll choke or maybe you'll blow Or maybe you'll see me and you'll beat my ass Maybe you'll rob me for all my cash Maybe they'll find me in a bloodbath Maybe you'll be the one to get the last laugh Nah see I'm playing you stuck in the past You hitting me up and you getting all mad A five minute diss track with only two jabs Come on finney you even knew that was trash I'm three and O no way to beat me Victory lap while I'm Rock in this threepeat Grow up you are just attention-seeking To stay relevant you know you need me Just take the L admit that you lost dude Blood can be spilled if that's what it comes to Never could you ever fill in my shoes Go ahead name one person I lost to Raising your voice like you finna do something With all that shit talking man you can't just do nothing I get messages from your sister your ex and your cousin That you just stay bluffin You don't want this so just shut your mouth Looking stupid out here chasing clout You just an opp that can get sorted out If I wanted to pay a certain amount But nah I'd rather throw hands like a man But you a little stan that would never understand See I got a plan while you stay a sham You just a fan promoting my brand Calling me the bitch but you the puto pendejo Your girlfriend a real hoe Like don't talk to me I got people hitting me up and they asking me where is the line in this beef jeez I do not want to see you in the streets Goat in the making you can't fuck with me All of your homies they a bitch a piece I mentioned you all now you pay the fee Dawg you were lucky I was this nice More white chalk lines coming right through the mic Damn Jesus Christ What a fucking sight A bark actually equivalent to a bite You are my bitch your my example Of how I can lyrically strangle Anyone who wants to gamble Trying to take me off of the mantle I'm such a handful But here is something that I know you'll need 1-800-273-8255 There you go finney it's the suicide prevention life line

Up in the sky, the brightest star No one can shine as bright as you do, baby Think your mind's lost in commotion All your fears are interwoven Parts of you that have been broken Bottle up all your emotions Foreign feelings, wounds are healing With new eyes to see a light that guided me Rip out my heart to give you life Tear me apart, teary eyes You're the blood that flows through my veins Be the shield that takes all your pain Rip out my heart to give you life Up in the sky, the brightest star I've been searching for a lifetime To find a soul that intertwines Every part of you is all mine The love you give has redefined Foreign feelings, wounds are healing With new eyes to see a light that guided me Rip out my heart to give you life Tear me apart, teary eyes You're the blood that flows through my veins Be the shield that takes all your pain Rip out my heart to give you life Up in the sky, the brightest star No one can shine as bright as you do baby

Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama You know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go) Believe what you see, nigga I can't name a rapper that's out here and Breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (uh, uh) I'm takin' they hoes, Forces Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (what the fuck?) They like how? That don't even match Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby Let's go I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (the four) They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (hah) You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (okay) And no, we don't gotta get money with you Bitch, we gon' get money regardless (huh) I'ma let you do all of the talkin' Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk) And I don't got a cent for a ho She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (huh, huh) She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick I nut in her mouth and she gargle (ew, ew) If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin' Me and her havin' some problems (bitch) We havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (clack, clack) Ayy, when you gon' stop? Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (ooh, ooh) You know how I give it up Fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up Pull off on a nigga like vroom He don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (hah) His baby mama unemployed So she in the club with her ass and her titties out (uh, uh, uh, uh) And we done robbed so many plugs You better check and go ask what my city 'bout Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub Wanted to fuck me, but I only hit her mouth (no cap) Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga Got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out You knowin' 'bout Baby All the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout And no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga I'm cool on that, I got it figured out These niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit I can't relate because I took a bigger loss And these niggas know I been a boss Ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (yeah, yeah) Got diamonds all over my teeth I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss Hold my watch in the air It's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off I'm hittin' this ho on the low She fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (huh) Why you talkin' so low? 'Cause if a nigga find out, and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (vroom, vroom) I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (hah) Hahaha And that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes Like right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know Me and kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit And, uh, I'm still the best rapper Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (okay, let's go) Believe what you see, nigga I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga

I love sleepin' in on Saturdays, and I love college football games I love not actin' my age, and good barbecue Yeah, I'm a fan of Faulkner Books, and anything my mama cooks Small mouth bass have got me hooked on Sunday afternoon Yes, I love good cold beer, and mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk that rocks on Friday night And hell, yes, I love my truck But I want you to know, honey, I love your love the most Man, I love how Redman tastes and, damn, I love my Nascar race Any song sung by George Strait is country at its best Yes, I love good cold beer, and mustard on my fries I love a good loud honky tonk that rocks on Friday nights And hell, yes, I love my truck But I want you to know, honey, I love your love the most I love Yeah, I love scuffed up cowboy boots, and broken tore up jeans A four-wheel drive, eight point bucks, and rocky road ice cream And hell, yes, I love my dog, and Jack D in my coke But honey, I love your love, yeah, I love your love I love your love the most I love your love the most

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true