Fuckin' Beat Execz, ****

Slime

Ayy

Slat

Oh

Before I die, I send my prayers up to heaven

I take the blame for my trials, I've been livin' too reckless

Run down and shoot him in his shit, no, he ain't gotta come test me

I got this carbon in the car and I'ma convicted felon

I got this carbon in the car and I'ma convicted felon

I'm livin' on the main stage and all my youngins be steppin'

I'm on the road with Baby Joe, months ago he was my celly

He got a Tec up in this bitch, it's cocked and loaded and ready

He still a run up in yo' shit and take it all if you let him

These **** pussy as a bitch, but once they throw it, I catch it

Up with the Glock in-front the club and, bitch, I'm sendin' a message

<span begin="44.505" end="47.818">And I'ma die behind this shit, at least I know where I'm headed</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="47.291" end="48.562">(Know where I'm headed)</span></span>

Fuck a hand, hold yo' own

Ain't never break the code

Through that cell, I stood alone

Bitch, now tell me who gon' fold

I admit, it left me cold

Fuckin' 'round with these hoes

Leave the one who down just to be up, that bitch'll sell her soul

Money take over, walk through the valley with crack addicts

Jania tatted, gun on my side, survivor tactics

Counted up eighty bands, ain't finish school, no mathematics

No, we don't pick and choose, he break the rules, we let 'em have it

To all my **** dead and gone, I'ma tell you, I love you

I keep the chrome, 'cause, bitch, you know I don't trust you

Steady be ridin' around, you know how me and my thugs do

Steady callin' my phone, sayin' these **** won't touch you

Every **** with me got a stick, might think that we purgin'

And we ready for to go get off in some shit like it's urgent

Quarter-million dollar car parked on the block and I swerve it

<span begin="1:32.591" end="1:35.730">**** said that he want smoke behind who shot? I ain't heard it</span> <span begin="1:35.419" end="1:36.247">(I ain't heard it yet)</span>

I'm ready, 'fore to hear them words, I drop a bag on 'em

All my **** moving on my word and they gon' smash on 'em

Ain't come and look for you myself, because I'm chasing money

But if you ever run into me, that's your ass

To all my **** dead and gone, I'ma tell you, I love you

I keep the chrome, 'cause, bitch, you know I don't trust you

Steady be ridin' around, you know how me and my thugs do

Steady callin' my phone, sayin' these **** won't touch you

To all my **** dead and gone, I'ma tell you, I love you

I keep the chrome, 'cause, bitch, you know I don't trust you

Steady be ridin' around, you know how me and my thugs do

Steady callin' my phone, sayin' these **** won't touch you