[Intro]
Like Ludacris said, man
You gotta play the cards you was dealt with
But right now, all I see is dead people, man
Real talk
DBT, Meta
My dog Ryan Stroup on the beat, man
Fuck with you the long way, man
You fuck with me, I fuck with you, man
As long as you keep it one hundred, man
In church every Sunday, man
Thank you, God
[Chorus]
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
[Verse 1]
I go hard in the paint like my dog Flocka
When it comes to [?] dollar sign, I'm for the chopper
Try to get over on [?] and he gon' pop you
Try to get over on me and he gon' stop you
I might shock you, Safari's my top shotter
Benny Boom playing at the funeral, Phantom of the Opera
Hustle, hustle, hustle my only option
In church every Sunday, one day, I'll be in the coffin
One hundred? That's Meta
Lucifer? That's the Devil
Go hard like heavy metal
That's the reason I can't settle
One hundred? That's Meta
Lucifer? That's the Devil
Go hard like heavy metal
That's the reason I can't settle
[Chorus]
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
[Verse 2]
Going hard in sales and warranties, but no raise
All [?] give me is praise
Offer me ten cents like I'm in the first grade
If papa heard this, he'd probably roll over in his grave
Sixty hours a week to get my pay
Worth nothing to the company, make no money
A quarter mill every four months 'cause I'm hungry
Money in the offering, that's every Sunday
Then back to work at 9:15, that's every Monday
Meta gotta hustle, never was handed the duffle
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stripes for my hard work, badges of honor
[Chorus]
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
[Verse 3]
Dead people, that's all I see
What's going on? I think the Devil's into me
If you ain't with the movement, then R.I.P
Play a sucker, catch a sucker, I'm sucker-free
Like MTV, like T.I.P
Like G.O.D. and the whole DBT
Book me for a show, what's thirty? I'm forty G's
Heard you down when you was broke and you gon' cap on me
That's why you might end up on a white tee
Similar to Gucci, 'bout respect, fuck if you like me
'Bout to strike just like lightning
Meta Myers, this shit so frightening
For the block, let's keep on typing
Knife and mask, no DC sniping
[Chorus]
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
All I see is dead people, dead people
All I see is dead people, dead people
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P., R.I.P. if you ain't fucking with the team
