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 niggas 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