Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Will , by - Juelz Santana. Release date: 20.01.2013
Song language: English
My Will |
| I hope my son’s learnt to be not like me |
| If I die tonight |
| I hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me |
| If I die tonight |
| If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life |
| Just in case I get killed tonight, |
| I’m writing my will tonight |
| Give these bum niggas my clothes |
| Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough |
| Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels |
| Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do |
| Uh, living life too fast, to make plans |
| I’m a trip but out the suitcase, shot when I land |
| Yeah, it’s just the life of a real nigga |
| Baskyat couldn’t paint a better picture |
| 50 cent can’t pay the bills nigga |
| So I guess I’m gonn die tryina get richer |
| Everyday’s a fight, thrilla in manilla |
| And if I die, pray for my killer |
| Give my mama my dough, she gonn take care of my kids |
| Give my girl my crib, so they have somewhere to live |
| Give my brother my jewels, they worth for me in the 2 |
| I own em more than that, can’t put a price on that |
| Put my tongue and my dick in a room with all my bitches |
| And tell em that it’s going to the highest bidder |
| If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life |
| Just in case I get killed tonight, |
| I’m writing my will tonight |
| Give these bum niggas my clothes |
| Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough |
| Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels |
| Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do |
| Another day, another risk |
| What make it even worse is the shit I got on my wrist |
| What make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip |
| Bitches all on my dick these niggas having a fit |
| Lit, dying for this shit like mitch, tryina get rich |
| Warrup Porter, shit, it’s a curse and a gift |
| The good with the bad, gotta take what you get |
| But if a nigga tryina take what I got |
| Then he gonn have to take what I give, shots |
| Another day, another blessin |
| Pockets fat, life’s precious |
| Get it, pockets fat, life’s precious |
| Forever living young, still reckless |
| Balling every second, so if I die tonight |
| I could truly see my life was imperfect, but it was worth it |
| If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life |
| Just in case I get killed tonight, |
| I’m writing my will tonight |
| Give these bum niggas my clothes |
| Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough |
| Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels |
| Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do |
| If I die tonight, tell em I had a ball |
| Money, bitches and cars, I had em all |
| Give em my clothes, pack need in bags |
| Lord knows they need the swag |
| If I get killed tonight, some niggas gonn smoke a pound for me |
| Some niggas gonn load up they guns and hit the town for me |
| Yeah, these fuckin haters, gonn smile and breathe |
| But they bitches gonn frown for me |
| First class to the money, got a one way |
| Fact is, we all gotta die someday |
| Fly guy, put my casket on the runway |
| And tell my kids I’ll see em again someday |
| My will, my will, my will, my will, my will. |