911

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God forgives... I don't
 In other words, retaliation is a must!
 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?
 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
 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 scheming, we sliding on the mall!
 I remember picking watermelons
 Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
 If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
 Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
 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?
 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
 Fuck your investigation, started 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
 Boochie Boochie 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 wit me!
 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?
 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
 Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
 Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper
 Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, 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 running
 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?
 

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Duration
05:29
Key
8
Tempo
135 BPM

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