911

[Intro]

God forgives, I don't

In other words, retaliation is a must!

Boom boom boom boom!

[Chorus]

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper, Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

[Post-Chorus]

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 1]

Fuck all these broke niggas 'cause all I do is ball

Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall

Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall

Niggas still schemin', but we slidin' on 'em all

I remember pickin' watermelons

Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million

If I die tonight, I know I'm comin' back, nigga

Reincarnated: big black fat nigga

[Chorus]

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper, Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

[Post-Chorus]

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 2]

Fuck your investigation, study my elevation

Cherry red 911, straight to my destination

Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations

Knew I flew private, nigga, strapped with no hesitations

Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars

Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds

Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show

They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong, fuck with me

[Chorus]

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper, Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

[Post-Chorus]

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 3]

Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela

Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper

Hustle while niggas gossip, hatin', that switch the topic

Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment

She let me smell her pussy

I know you smell the money

Still smell the gunpowder

911: 100 miles and runnin'

[Chorus]

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper, Lord

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?