If I Die

I can't sell these drugs no more, Got too many felonies I can't trust these hoes no more Bitches like my enemies They wanna see me burn through the fire Yeahaaah, Aaahhaaah He ain't never think it be his last day Saw him in the body bag zipped up half way Black glove and the ski mask Heard he had his baby on his chest made me feel bad Shit was all good just a week ago Now we pouring champagne at the funeral Remember dark skin Jermaine with the ceasar Heard he caught the body Tryna 'scape with the visa Shoulda seen the look on his brother when he came through Yellin' Ima catch him for the first 48 do Men turn to bitches, scared of what the state do Put you in a box with the numbers tryna break you Tone was the hustler, Jermaine was the killer He let the nigga stack it all up then he killed em I heard he got dropped from his main bitch Left the nigga laying stanking there ain't take shit I heard the nigga died smiling Like he seen the nigga face right before he shot him Cold game, then he hit the block like it's no thang When everybody knew about the whole thang Shit scary and they ain't even drop a tear Candles glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried Heard Jermaine went and got??????? We was young niggas hustling, tryna make it out alive