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I pray that when I die I wake somewhere in Paradise
I got a question tell me do you believe in after life
Spread the truth everywhere some like a satellite
Can't even eat you know f*ck niggas spoil my appetite
Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick
Got your hand out like I owed you, you niggas ain't gave me shit
Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick
Hanging round you niggas wasn't gone never make me rich

I ain't do none but keep it trill they labeled me as a scandalous man
F*ck it, up it on the whole table when you gambling for them bands
Just a precaution let me gone head & scramble in advance
He ain't walking like he talking don't need the blammer for his ass
Hell nall I won't need that there
Them boys strip you on the day shift they'll leave you bare
Damn shame when I looked at you I foreseen a square
Once a duck always a duck you gone need a new career
Can't take the heat, stay out the kitchen this bitch get hot hot hot
Them other niggas fled after the temp changed but nall not I
Gots to know I'm going straight up top on some shit like Chris Bosh
The crib or the coupe first I can't decide on which 1
I'm in this mf with (Busy B On The Beat)
He get me out my element
Pretty soon you'll see me on your Samsung or your Element
I told you way too many times it was starting to get repetitive
Now I'm at the point you can't hit me directly for my scheduling
All the real niggas love when Geech talk like this
It turnt me up no turning off I'm deleting the f*cking off switch
Ain't no more chances no forgiving you repeatedly switched
You don't get no f*cking escort leave immediately bitch

I pray that when I die I wake somewhere in Paradise
I got a question tell me do you believe in after life
Spread the truth everywhere some like a satellite
Can't even eat you know f*ck niggas spoil my appetite
Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick
Got your hand out like I owed you, you niggas ain't gave me shit
Man f*ck, you niggas really make me sick
Hanging round you niggas wasn't gone never make me rich