Lyrics:
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the n****z that's caught
Had a motherf***in ward but he
and the old
Can't say you never know
Heaven knows how many souls are going to hell or to heaven so we gotta go in to get them
Don't wanna waste my life, life,
a glass full listening to Mac
Breathing in some things I really shouldn't have
The drink is a vice, a crutch I lean on too much
When I want to forget who I
heaven
My debut is every song the yo is my second home
An ain't gone be no flip flopping we not fish in sand
My shortie got clear skin, but always
jam, I couldn't count all the parks I raided
I hold a MAC-11, and attack the Reverend
I contact eleven L's, and max in heaven
Yo, one time for your
Stay the same till I'm in heaven
A true playa big mac'n feel immaculate
I done been broke before i wasn't having it
A jungle baby I was raised by them
when I kick em
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in
to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that glock ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's 'bout time
the ladies in the place say
Like the games on the line
Looking like it's Dame time, ha
We in it to win, then we do it again
We came a long way
From
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
And I'm counting all the tunes Ive got and they're all gonna bang
Hundred slaps to hater
No time I'll see you later
Devil's horn is my pen heaven's gate is
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
making
Cause heaven's higher than space
So if sky is the limit then I'll use my arms in the race
I can tell it ain't a reach to think-think it's upon us
and drug, paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mail is,
niggas cut by chill,
some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the south side
I'm thuggin' with my cow
the dead still sing
And we can celebrate by
Dancing in the streets
Your music, your legacy, rest in beats
I'm sick of this scenario, man
I'm buggin' out
So
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
Eighty grams took
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
couldn't count all the parks I raided
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact eleven L's, and max in heaven
One time for your mind, one time
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
You told me walk by faith from there man I never lost sight
And I'm covered in his love and his blood all I need to get right
All these pains from
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