Gucci go through some real shit and he really need me
(Oh, it's hard to believe he's the guy)
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
We expect the worst, but hope for the best
Please Lord forgive me for every gram I sold
Shots were fired out of an Atlanta nightclub
Every glock I popped, every rock that I shot
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
You know I hate waitin' in line
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
But you know how it is, Amen God bless
A USDA top and a throw away glock
I was on my way, I was almost gone
I can't leave now niggas owe me money
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
Jesus walks, God testify
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
But at this time it is unclear whether he was a suspect or the victim
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
So you can't take nothing for granted
Everybody standin' over a nigga, screamin' shit
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
Back to you
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket
Witnesses say that around 1:45 this morning
A USDA top and a throw away glock
I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Channel 7
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
You only get one life, there's no sequel
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Damn, y'all give a nigga a second to think
And giving me this air to breath
We'll bring you further details as they become available
Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running
Paramedics on the way, but they wastin' they time
It was some Kanye shit tryna touch the sky
A USDA top and a throw away glock
So I gotta thank God for waking me up this morning
A USDA top and a throw away glock
A USDA top and a throw away glock
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
I was almost there, I was almost home
Every night she was prayin' for me, I was in the streets
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
My nigga on the west side owe me 'bout a dub
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
I'm just livin' my life, why they mad at me
We interrupted our program to bring you this breaking news story
Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Rapper Young Jeezy was involved in this shooting
And don't take granted for nothing
And what about the streets, shit they need me too
Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
Spent some time with her, show her I love her
