Letras Long Live Dolph - Gucci Mane

Long Live Dolph

R.I.P. to Flippa\n(Zaytoven)\nHuh\nMetro, Zay\nLong live Dolph (Metro)\nGucci\nDolph\nR.I.P. to Flippa (Flippa), a money-gettin' nigga (My nigga)\nHad to blaze one up for Dolph (Dolph), don’t think they felt ya like I felt him\n(I feel him)\nSame niggas wanna be ya be the ones that come to kill ya (Damn)\nNow don’t that sound familiar? Your name, they gon' remember\nCan’t be quiet and go silent, life violent, we still outside\nHurt me inside, I can’t hide it, it’s hard to hide\nBein' a trap rapper, it’s a miracle if you survive\nEvery day, I pray and thank the Lord that I’m still alive\nWhen it comes to legends, Dolph forever in my top five\nReal life street nigga, never had to tell lies\nRemember used to rap about weed, he didn’t sell pies\nFreshest young nigga on the scene, had his own style\nDon’t take your life for granted, could be gone in seconds (Pyoom)\nR.I.P. to Dolph, long, long live the legend\nFrom Memphis to the 6, they felt you in the bricks\nThe day you died, it broke my heart, a day I won’t forget\nOne thing you know, you’re missed, one thing you know, we pissed\nIt’s Paper Route forever, you know Wop gon' represent\nYou know Glock gon' represent, lil' Tre Tre gon' represent\nI done shed so many tears, I had to hit the mic and vent\nI pull up, it’s an event, we pull up, this how it went\nThrew so much money in Magic, bitches say we paid they rent\nMillion-dollar cars, no tint, we scratched off like, «Where they went?»\nKnow your legacy gon' live on, know exactly what you meant\nWhen it comes to independent, man, you are the president\nFor puttin' on your relatives, showin' love, wasn’t hesitant\nTryna find the positive, but it’s only negative\nSo much hate and envy out here, I don’t got two fucks to give\nSo this is how it is, gotta die to get your props?\nNever get your flowers while you’re here, and damn, that says a lot\nAll this senseless violence that I’m seein', I swear it needs to stop\nHumans killing other human beings almost 'round the clock\nIn a circular, circlin' the block\nDrop the top, this time for Dolph (For Dolph)\nEvery time you see Guwop this summer, you gon' see it off (Off)\nThen be careful and stay dangerous every time I leave the house\nThe odds stacked against you in the hood, we tryna make it out\nBackseat of my Rolls-Royce Phantom playin' Paper Route\nLike since Dolph died, that’s all I’m bumpin', I can’t take it out\nNever leave the house without, never do stunt moves for clout\nIf you all about your paper route, then roll one up for Dolph\nChopper on my couch, P’s all 'round my house\nYoung nigga, I be fresh as fuck, remindin' you of Dolph\nThat bitch from the South, my name in her mouth\nThis bitch here 'bout her paper routes, her favorite rapper Dolph (It's Dolph)\nMiss you, homie\nThe whole world miss you\nI lost a friend, I lost a homie\nThe world lost a friend, lost a father\nAnd a son\nDamn