| I hope my son’s learnt to be not like me
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| If I die tonight
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| I hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
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| If I die tonight
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| If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life
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| Just in case I get killed tonight,
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| I’m writing my will tonight
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| Give these bum niggas my clothes
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| Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough
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| Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels
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| Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do
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| Uh, living life too fast, to make plans
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| I’m a trip but out the suitcase, shot when I land
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| Yeah, it’s just the life of a real nigga
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| Baskyat couldn’t paint a better picture
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| 50 cent can’t pay the bills nigga
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| So I guess I’m gonn die tryina get richer
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| Everyday’s a fight, thrilla in manilla
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| And if I die, pray for my killer
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| Give my mama my dough, she gonn take care of my kids
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| Give my girl my crib, so they have somewhere to live
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| Give my brother my jewels, they worth for me in the 2
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| I own em more than that, can’t put a price on that
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| Put my tongue and my dick in a room with all my bitches
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| And tell em that it’s going to the highest bidder
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| If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life
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| Just in case I get killed tonight,
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| I’m writing my will tonight
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| Give these bum niggas my clothes
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| Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough
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| Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels
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| Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do
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| Another day, another risk
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| What make it even worse is the shit I got on my wrist
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| What make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip
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| Bitches all on my dick these niggas having a fit
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| Lit, dying for this shit like mitch, tryina get rich
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| Warrup Porter, shit, it’s a curse and a gift
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| The good with the bad, gotta take what you get
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| But if a nigga tryina take what I got
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| Then he gonn have to take what I give, shots
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| Another day, another blessin
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| Pockets fat, life’s precious
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| Get it, pockets fat, life’s precious
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| Forever living young, still reckless
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| Balling every second, so if I die tonight
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| I could truly see my life was imperfect, but it was worth it
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| If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life
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| Just in case I get killed tonight,
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| I’m writing my will tonight
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| Give these bum niggas my clothes
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| Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough
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| Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels
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| Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do
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| If I die tonight, tell em I had a ball
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| Money, bitches and cars, I had em all
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| Give em my clothes, pack need in bags
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| Lord knows they need the swag
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| If I get killed tonight, some niggas gonn smoke a pound for me
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| Some niggas gonn load up they guns and hit the town for me
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| Yeah, these fuckin haters, gonn smile and breathe
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| But they bitches gonn frown for me
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| First class to the money, got a one way
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| Fact is, we all gotta die someday
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| Fly guy, put my casket on the runway
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| And tell my kids I’ll see em again someday
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| My will, my will, my will, my will, my will. |