Gnyus - My Will lyrics

[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