If I Die

I can't sell these drugs no more,

Got too many felonies

I can't trust these hoes no more

Bitches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fire

Yeahaaah, Aaahhaaah

He ain't never think it be his last day

Saw him in the body bag zipped up half way

Black glove and the ski mask

Heard he had his baby on his chest made me feel bad

Shit was all good just a week ago

Now we pouring champagne at the funeral

Remember dark skin Jermaine with the ceasar

Heard he caught the body Tryna 'scape with the visa

Shoulda seen the look on his brother when he came through

Yellin' Ima catch him for the first 48 do

Men turn to bitches, scared of what the state do

Put you in a box with the numbers tryna break you

Tone was the hustler, Jermaine was the killer

He let the nigga stack it all up then he killed em

I heard he got dropped from his main bitch

Left the nigga laying stanking there ain't take shit

I heard the nigga died smiling

Like he seen the nigga face right before he shot him

Cold game, then he hit the block like it's no thang

When everybody knew about the whole thang

Shit scary and they ain't even drop a tear

Candles glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried

Heard Jermaine went and got???????

We was young niggas hustling, tryna make it out alive