Lyrics Long Live Dolph – Gucci Mane

R.I.P. to Flippa
Huh, Metro, Zay
Long live Dolph, Metro
Gucci
Dolph
R.I.P. to Flippa, a money-gettin’ n**ga
Had to blaze one up for Dolph
don’t think they felt ya like I feel him
Same n**gas wanna be ya be the ones that come to kill ya
Now don’t that sound familiar, your name, they gon’ rememberCan’t be quiet and go silent, life violent, we still outside
Hurt me inside, I can’t hide it, it’s hard to hide
Bein’ a trap rapper, it’s a miracle if you survive
Every day, I pray and thank the Lord that I’m still alive
When it comes to legends, Dolph forever in my top five
Real life street n**ga, never had to tell lies
Remember used to rap about weed, he didn’t sell pies
Freshest young n**ga on the scene, had his own style
Don’t take your life for granted, could be gone in seconds
R.I.P. to Dolph, long, long live the legend
From Memphis to the 6, they felt you in the bricks
The day you died, it broke my heart, a day I won’t forget
One thing you know, you’re missed
one thing you know, we pissed
It’s Paper Route forever, you know Wop gon’ represent
You know Glock gon’ represent, lil’ Tre Tre gon’ represent
I done shed so many tears, I had to hit the mic and vent
I pull up, it’s an event, we pull up, this how it went
Threw so much money in Magic, b**ches say we paid they rent
Million-dollar cars, no tint, we scratched off like, Where they went
Know your legacy gon’ live on, know exactly what you meant
When it comes to independent, man, you are the president
For puttin’ on your relatives, showin’ love, wasn’t hesitant
Tryna find the positive, but it’s only negative
So much hate and envy out here, I don’t got two f**ks to giveSo this is how it is, gotta die to get your props
Never get your flowers while you’re here, and damn, that says a lot
All this senseless violence that I’m seein’, I swear it needs to stop
Humans killing other human beings almost ’round the clock
In a circular, circlin’ the block
Drop the top, this time for Dolph
Every time you see Guwop this summer, you gon’ see it off
Then be careful and stay dangerous every time I leave the house
The odds stacked against you in the hood, we tryna make it out
Backseat of my Rolls-Royce Phantom playin’ Paper Route
Like since Dolph died, that’s all I’m bumpin’, I can’t take it out
Never leave the house without, never do stunt moves for clout
If you all about your paper route, then roll one up for Dolph
Chopper on my couch, P’s all ’round my house
Young n**ga, I be fresh as f**k, remindin’ you of Dolph
That b**ch from the South, my name in her mouth
This b**ch here ’bout her paper routes, her favorite rapper Dolph
Miss you, homie
The whole world miss you
I lost a friend, I lost a homie
The world lost a friend
Lost a father
And a son
Damn…
➤ Written by Gucci Mane, Zaytoven, Metro Boomin
Album: So Icy Christmas
Produced by Metro Boomin & Zaytoven
Gucci Mane | 2021