R.I.P.
Birdman Lyrics


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Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family
Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy
Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love
Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods
Rest in peace to my homies in the pen,
Ain't comin' home and that they cant win
My homie momma died he was 5,
Brought him to the street life taught 'em to survive
Block was his daddy, tatts in the caddy now
Blowin' on that gonja lil' homie had to have it huh
Full of that aroma, gun alone taught 'em the corner
Nigga life in the streets homie up in the mornin'
See we G's fuckin' with these flees
Work in they house and you know we got to eat
Youngster wanna be, a gangster like me
I let 'em all see so they know how it be
Streets is a motherfucker game of life
Playin' the hard part of it is livin' it twice
Fresh with the money now, cruisin' in the Lambo
Time to change hoe, but money still the same though
Bitches with the murder, murder with the bitches
Homies in my hood nigga trippin' bout they riches

See my homie caught life, couldn't do it twice
He held court on the street that night
Nobody trippin' but the hood be flippin'
On the laws, fuck 'em out they jaws
Fuck 'em in they cars
You know my hood, we don't spare nothin' blood
You know my streets nigga fucked up in the mud
You know the cost when you playin' with the boss
Your life is lost when your playin' with boss,
We in the club, showin' some hoes love
Nigga want trip but I keep his hoe hugged
He killed my homie nigga but he didn't kill his family though
I'ma real nigga so I'm ridin' for his family hoe
Got to get the cheese flippin' these B's
Fuckin' with these hoes, burn a few G's
Playin' the game right while up in these buildings
Tryin' to be the next billion

So I roll with my heater, ridin' with my heater
Never leave my bitch, call her millimeter
Cruise with my hoe, on the road with my hoe
Nigga hustle with my hoe, nigga fuck with my hoe
Never leave my bitch she hard core rich
Purely white top nigga, ain't hit quick
16 nigga better yet banana clip
Gotta brother names chopper nigga break down bricks
45 snub met his whole blood,
2, 2, 6 nigga that uptown plug
Flippin' through the curb, gave the homie word
Penitentiary chance when fuckin' with them birds
Back to my block though, millions wont stop hoe
From the bottom to the top with this cash flow




I'm in my caddy bitch, livin' lavish bitch
Livin' with the homie nigga quick to grab my shit

Overall Meaning

The song "R.I.P." by Birdman is a tribute to his loved ones who have passed away. The chorus is a repetition of the phrase "rest in peace" to those dear to him who have gone - his mother, father, homie, family, D boy, and OG boy. He also pays respect to those who are incarcerated and may never come home. The lyrics describe the harsh realities of the streets, including the dangers of the gangster lifestyle, the many losses of loved ones, and the struggles of survival. Birdman's verses reflect on his personal experiences growing up and the influence of the street life. He shares stories of his homie who was orphaned at a young age and taught how to survive in the streets, the loss of friends who couldn't escape the life or were killed, and his own journey to achieve wealth and success while navigating the treacherous world of drugs, violence, and betrayal. Throughout the song, Birdman acknowledges the cost of living the life he leads but remains loyal to his crew and determined to succeed.


Overall, "R.I.P." is a soulful and mournful ode to the harsh reality of the street life, and a reminder of the many sacrifices that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy
I pay tribute to my parents who have passed away and I hope they rest in peace.


Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family
I also pay tribute to my close friends and family who have passed away and I hope they too rest in peace.


Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy
I pay tribute to my former associates and mentors who have passed away, particularly one who advised me to become a B boy.


Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love
I pay tribute to my ambition and hard work as the driving force behind my success and I acknowledge that money is the motivation behind it all.


Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods
I warn that any disrespect shown towards me or those I care about may result in severe consequences, including violence.


Rest in peace to my homies in the pen, Ain't comin' home and that they cant win
I pay tribute to my friends who are incarcerated and acknowledge that they may never be able to leave prison, which is a difficult reality to face.


See we G's fuckin' with these flees
I and others like me are gangsters and we interact with people who are lesser than us or flees.


Playin' the hard part of it is livin' it twice
Living the street life and its consequences is a challenging experience that some have to endure twice or more.


Fresh with the money now, cruisin' in the Lambo Time to change hoe, but money still the same though
Despite having a lot of money and changing partners, the pursuit of money remains the constant driving force.


Got to get the cheese flippin' these B's Fuckin' with these hoes, burn a few G's
To make money, I have to sell drugs, and I also spend money on women as well.


You know the cost when you playin' with the boss Your life is lost when your playin' with boss
There are serious consequences when you mess with me, as I am the boss.


I'ma real nigga so I'm ridin' for his family hoe
As a real man, I take care of my own and defend my friend's family, even if he can't.


Flippin' through the curb, gave the homie word Penitentiary chance when fuckin' with them birds
I warn my friend not to mess with drugs and the risk of getting caught and sent to prison is high.


From the bottom to the top with this cash flow I'm in my caddy bitch, livin' lavish bitch
I have risen from a difficult upbringing to a luxurious lifestyle with my wealth and my Cadillac car.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Tristan G. Jones, Bryan Williams

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@BigJay773

Dope timeless song....straight classic.

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best song by birdman

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Niggas sleeping on em

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I'm a Stunna and out the Pound

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2019 and still slapping!!

@Kardeo_

Grandma passing away brought memories back to this song #rip

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RIP to all who fell due to COVID-19...

@Mixmaster613

RIP to Birdmans family! Listening To This Song Will Make You A Better Person!

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