If I Die

Since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was dissin' the reverend, focused on .357's and
Since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was dissin' the reverend, focused on .357's, and mac-11's

Losin' friends, not from leavin', I'm grievin'
From all the lies they tell, and simply not believin'
Look to my shoulder
That angel that was lookin' over when I was kid is gone
Now that I'm older, maybe growin' up
I shoulda spoke to Jehovah
But I'm not gonna change my ways 'til it's over
My last stance on both feet-a weed blower, the money stower
My knees never lower
So until the day I'm gone, it's on
My heat's the only thing that keeps me warm, bitches be warned
And the sitch is
There's plenty snitches
With their mind on your riches
Waitin' to put your back in stitches
So blow 'em kisses as you pass by, don't ask why
Just make sure that you're the last thing in their eye
These cowards that lie
They see their death a thousand times
Before the day that they die
Motherfucker's know that I
Keep my eyes on the snakes watch for phonies
Keep your eyes out for fakes watch your homies
They got me worn out, but out for war
So when death comes knockin' at my door
I'll be waitin' with the .44
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
Except the friends I keep around me, but that shit will stay the same so
I got my ammo raised high
My camel to the sky
Burnin' both 'til I die

'Cause since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was dissin' the reverend, focused on .357's and
Since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was dissin' the reverend, focused on .357's, and mac-11's

Now, someone tell me will I live?
Through this bitch we call life as a kid
And since the crib
I know I thieved and sinned, hey ma
Can you forgive me for everything I did? And how I lived?
Now can you picture
A figure standin' tall, when he knows they're all
Out to get you
I bet you my true friends
Will be the ones to turn me in
The one that says ride or die
Then gets shaky on the road when it bends
And it's thanks to the Benjamins
So I'm spendin' him, pockets packed with dead presidents
Paranoia from the money, pistols, and the pussy
But even all the paper in the world couldn't shush me
Hahahaha
So I think it's time to quit the bullshit
Before I think it's time to pull shit
They got me thinkin' that the one's that pay me
Are the same one's tryna slay me
Somebody save me
From the society that's raised me
It's got me goin' crazy
Every single one of these motherfucker's to fade me, like I said
They'll be quick to leave me dead for the bread by my bed
So what's the difference between a friend and the fed (Right?)
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
Except the friends I keep around me, but that shit will stay the same so
Don't worry for me when I die and lose my breath
The end of my life is the just the beginning of my death

'Cause since I was seven