Lil' Snupe - No Games
(From RNIC mixtape; 2013)
Posthumously listening to Lil' Snupe, what's even more striking than the references to his own demise is his spookily prophetic penchant for rhyming about gunshot-related torso wounds on so many of his songs. Using his fellow former Louisiana native Soulja Slim as the most obvious point of comparison, if his amazing intro to DJ Mustard's Ketchup album (the only Snupe song I'd heard prior to his death) is his From What I was Told type definitive classic, then I'd argue No Games should be his quintessential fan-favourite deep cut a la You Got It. No Games is also one of the only songs in his oeuvre which sounds like it it was recorded by a Louisiana rapper right down to the Mista Cain shout out, and Snupe was much more intriguing a prospect as Louisiana's rappin' ass answer to Fredo Santana than he was as the Dramchasers Lil' Malik to Meek Mill's Snoop Dogg.
Geographical similarities aside, the slain rapper Lil' Snupe's career probably parallels the closest isn't Soulja Slim but New York's Half-A-Mill: both Snupe and 'Mill were tremendously talented rappers who struggled to translate those skills into song format due to industry affiliations/expectations and poor production choices, and whose legacies seem to rest on their freestyles rather than their recorded material bar a generic song on a totally half-arsed compilation each.