Lyrical Breakdown of R.I.P Roach Ft. xxxTentaction - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ski Mask the Slump God weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "R.I.P Roach Ft. xxxTentaction" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Cocaine for my breakfast Hold that pistol, ambidextrous Pussy boy talk reckless, he might end up on a stretcher Fuck with my set, you get wet, like a pussy Sauce, what I spilled on my quilt, she need milk XXX on a kill streak You pussy niggas Rice Krispie yeah Fuck a white bitch on the sixth week Six stars like GTA kill me It's more money I'm getting If a nigga try to take wig splitting up Shouts out to my zoe they killed my vro So bitch, pull up now I'm like Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh! Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh! Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh! Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh! Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh! R.I.P. my Zoe, R.I.P. my Zoe R.I.P. Zoe, R.I.P. my Zoe R.I.P. Zoe, R.I.P. my Zoe R.I.P my soul My who? hahahaha bitch I got my Andy Capp's on this bitch I'm about to sip this motherfuckin' water Oh that's not even water, I stole that boy's shit Ay, came from the dirt you can't hit my purp Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd Gold up on my wrist is looking sunny, Big Bird Hit 'em with the hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd Ayy let's slide sixth wall, I'm tired Call my pockets knotty cause they sloppy, oh my I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ Hit my bitch like Bruno Get a bitch wet no Juno Put it in her mouth like Uno Chest all polo like "Kudos!" Dog ass nigga like Cujo Face card bad who you know? She all wet like fructose Diamonds on like they cheat codes