[Intro]
Ha, ha, whoadie, ha
Hootie hoo, hootie hoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oops, it's all goops
Shinra has arrived

[Chorus]
RIP, walk with me
For all my fallen soldiers we tote two twenty-two's to the three
It's the P, they all knowing what it be
Off a deuce in a six, I'ma break that bitch G

[Verse]
Turkey in the jungle, hold the Wok or you gon' fumble
You in trouble, we gon' double down, ain't nothing subtle
Whoadies real in the field, every day
Making plays, serving J's, busting K's
Ain't here for all the flexing, only here for the Perc'
Get the packs in, Smith & Wesson hit you in your face
Stakes all in your face, boy stay off in your lane
Pockets full of Xannie bars, Percocets, and cane
Insane, lost my brain a very long time ago
I don't remember where that bitch went, I'm sorry Lil Mote
Free my killers up the road, some got twenty three and one
You will never understand that feeling, you can't see your son
[Bridge]
Twenty five to the L, free Lil Marcus out that cell
I would do anything to get my dogs out of jail
Twenty five to the L, free Lil Marcus out that cell
I would do anything to get my dogs out of jail

[Chorus]
RIP, walk with me
For all my fallen soldiers we tote two twenty-two's to the three
It's the P, they all knowing what it be
Off a deuce in a six, I'ma break that bitch G
RIP, walk with me
For all my fallen soldiers we tote two twenty-two's to the three
It's the P, they all knowing what it be
Off a deuce in a six, I'ma break that bitch G