Murder Mal - 88 Coupes (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Rest in peace to Chinx, today we lost a real n***a For a chain or even clothes, we would k** n***as That's why I advise to always keep the steel with ya But even with the steel, these f** boys'll still get ya f** feelings, like these lil n***as did mine And I could never say my day ones did slime But if they did n***as know that I'd still grind Because the power equals money and that's means time And when you counting money in the hood, these n***as grime Like you camping for some Jays, n***as get you lined It's like when you see success, n***as aren't fine But when you need a little help, all these n***as blind Watch who you keep around you, these n***as slime Watch how they move, n***a, just peep the signs If they not with you now, you leave them all behind Cause real love really be the hardest to find And I always had dreams of owning me a coupe I always dreamed pasta instead of eating my soup I never want war, but I always have the troops Cause I can't loose my right hand like Meek lost Snupe Or how Diddy lost Biggie, for the money, n***as silly If I ever make it out the hood, I'll take my n***as with me I don't want fake love like Michael Jackson or Whitney Cause just like you love me now, you could easily forget me Damn and n***as had potential It's a shame tnat I never met you But Chinx was something special, a father to his kids and a n***a who had the mental And beef is a poor man's sport, poor man live til that poor man gone And I speak facts, pour it on my songs Man, rest in peace to Chinx, we lost a real one