Four to the chest, my niggas get at me don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee I'm just my life, why they mad at me Woke up morning, I ain't see this coming
Should I bust back, you ain't see me running I heaven got a VIP line Got some partners in hell that'll me in the back door You know I waitin' in line
Paramedics on the way, but they they time standin' over a nigga, screamin' shit Damn, y'all give a nigga a to think Which one of you shot me, it was one of you bastards Bet a nigga can't throw a grand in my casket
Pour out a liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw glock Bury me a G, nothin' more less When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be
Pour out a little liquor, me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a away glock Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' When I get where I'm goin', I gotta be fresh
We the worst, but hope for the best But you know how it is, God bless I can't leave now owe me money My on the west side owe me 'bout a dub
And my partner with a few, shit he owe a too I should'a my son, should'a kissed my mother Spent time with her, show her I love her Every she was prayin' for me, I was in the streets
Active little nigga, should I stay in some Gucci go some real shit and he really need me And what about the streets, they need me too I'm on some got Def Jam, shit owe a nigga too
Pour out a little liquor, me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away Bury me a G, more nothin' less When I get where I'm goin', I gotta be fresh
out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away Bury me a G, nothin' nothin' less When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be
We interrupted our to bring you this breaking news story I'm Kelly reporting for WKKT Channel 7 say that around 1:45 this morning Shots fired out of an Atlanta nightclub
Rapper Young Jeezy was involved in this But at time it is unclear whether he was a suspect or the victim We'll bring you details as they become available to you (Oh, it's hard to he's the guy)
I was on my way, I was gone I was almost there, I was home It was some Kanye shit tryna the sky Jesus walks, God
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary You get one life, there's no sequel So you can't take for granted And take granted for nothing
So I thank God for waking me up this morning And giving me this air to Please Lord forgive me for every gram I Every glock I popped, every rock that I
out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw away Bury me a G, nothin' more less I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu A top and a throw away glock me a G, nothin' more nothin' less When I get where I'm goin', I just be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some jeans A top and a throw away glock Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' When I get where I'm goin', I gotta be fresh
Pour out a liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a away glock Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' When I get I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh