[Intro]
I hope my son learn to be not like me
If I die tonight, I hope my daughter never meet a n***a like me
If I die tonight
[Hook]
If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life
Just in case I get k**ed tonight
I'm writing my will tonight
Give these bum n***as my clothes
Give my n***as my cars, give my mother my dough
Leave my girl my crib, give my brothers my j**els
Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do
[Verse]
Living life too fast to make plans
I'mma trip without my suitcase, shop when I land
Yeah just a life of a real n***a
Basquiat couldn't paint a better picture
50 cent can't pay the bills n***a
So I guess I'm gon' die trying to get richer
Everyday's is a fight, thrilla in manila
And if I die I pray for my k**er
Give my mama my dough, she gon' take care of my kids
Give my girl my crib so they have somewhere to live
Give my brothers my j**els, they worth a million or 2
I owe 'em more than that, can't put a price on that
Put my tongue and my dick in a room with all my b**hes
And tell 'em that it's going to the higher bidder
[Hook]
[Verse]
Another day another risk
What make it even worse is the sh** I got on my wrist
What make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip
b**hes all on my dick, these n***as having a fit
Lit dying for this sh** like Mitch, trying to get rich
What up Porter, sh** it's a curse and a gift
The good with the bad, gotta take what you get
But if a n***a trying to take what I got
Then he gon' have to take what I give, shots
Another day another blessing, 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 can truly say my life wasn't perfect but it was worth it
[Hook]
[Verse]
If I die tonight tell 'em I had a ball
Money, b**hes and cars, I had 'em all
Give 'em my clothes pack needing bags
Lord knows they need the swag
If I get k**ed tonight, some n***as gon' smoke a pound for me
Some n***as gon' load up their guns and hit the town for me
These f**ing haters gon' smile and breathe
But they b**hes gon' frown for me
Fist cla** to the money got a one way
Fact is we all gotta die someday
So I gotta put my casket on the runway
And tell my kids I'll see 'em again one day
[Outro]
I will, my will, my will, my will