My Will

[Intro] I hope my son learn to be not like me If I die tonight, I hope my daughter never meet a nigga 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 killed tonight I'm writing my will tonight Give these bum niggas my clothes Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough Leave my girl my crib, give my brothers my jewels 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 nigga Basquiat couldn't paint a better picture 50 cent can't pay the bills nigga 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 killer 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 jewels, 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 bitches And tell 'em that it's going to the higher bidder [Hook] [Verse] Another day another risk What make it even worse is the shit I got on my wrist What make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip Bitches all on my dick, these bitches having a fit Lit dying for this shit like Mitch, trying to get rich What up Porter, shit it's a curse and a gift The good with the bad, gotta take what you get But if a nigga 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, bitches and cars, I had 'em all Give 'em my clothes pack needing bags Lord knows they need the swag If I get killed tonight, some niggas gon' smoke a pound for me Some niggas gon' load up their guns and hit the town for me These fucking haters gon' smile and breathe But they bitches gon' frown for me Fist class 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