R.I.P

I write the tension, Like school day riots Y'all vie for attention, I was staying quiet My ascension, like concert lighters Smash diamonds for attention Now I'm breaking the ice, yeah You're not stable bro (nope), gotta hold your horses No wonder you miss a line. Scoliosis 300 careers are dead from my pen and you ain't Leonidas Guess you gotta whine if you die an isis Hold on Ho Ima end this I could get all stone cold with the vengeance No more "bro your so cold" and pretending Your whole show like old suspenders Moldy, rolled upended Get the popos deflected It's a no go for help expected Payback like loans closed and ended This your RIP. Rot in pieces Gave you a warning shot. You ain't got the visa To be in the master's zone. let alone start on beefin But this is three strikes we step on y'all like adidas RIP. Rot in pieces Warning shots. You ain't got the visa The master's zone. No beef in This is three strikes, we step on y'all like adidas It started off with "Ascension", started causing some riots Guess I garnered some attention, made my opps stay quite Put my sons in detention, told them best not try it Guess I need an intervention, 'cause I starved them out like diets Although it wasn't my intention, all my life I've been defiant I've been causing some tension; I serve the beef and I fry it Have to maintain retention, if its free then I buy it Gotta handle my pension, If its cream then I pie it Told them bitches "Get At Me", then I put 'em all to rest That's why your BM trynna @ me, had to put that bitch to bed Gotta keep a good thot, gotta keep a clean head Turned my circle to a dot, fake friends failed the test All my life on road, steady chasing them cheques Like a baker with the dough, steady making that bread Have to keep it on the low, had to keep them in check Imagine me going broke, I'd rather end up dead