Everybody lives, everybody dies Everybody laughs, everybody cries I know you wanna make it to the heaven in the skies God is coming down and he's gonna save your life Because everybody's dying to get to heaven But most of ya'll has gots to go to hell To hell, to hell, to hell Better listen up, better listen good Cause I've been watching you, you've got a bad attitude Don't think you can run and hide away from all the pain I don't wanna hear you say that you're gonna be the one to blame Because everybody's dying to get to heaven But most of ya'll has gots to go to hell To hell, to hell, to hell Everybody's dying to get to heaven But most of ya'll has gots to go to hell To hell, to hell, to hell Don't tell me you're sorry and Don't want to hear you're sorry now Don't tell me you're sorry cause I don't care Don't tell me you're sorry cause I don't Know you wanna run, run from all the pain Pain that's living in, side of your brain I know you wanna make it to the heaven in the sky Don't you worry baby, cause God will save your life Everybody's dying to get to heaven But most of ya'll has gots to go to hell To hell, to hell, to hell Everybody's dying to get to heaven But most of ya'll has gots to go to hell To hell, to hell, to hell Everybody lives, everybody dies God is coming down and he's gonna save your life Everybody lives, everybody dies God is coming down and he's gonna your life I know you wanna make it to heaven I know you wanna make it to heavenin the sky

All we knew was made yesterday Pair of bloody shoes for your cigarettes Don't get confused lost in your daze You've seen better days Oh oh Is this what you call Bleeding from within Drowning on your own Oh oh Where is my self control I can't hold it in Momma said I'm strong If you hate the world get a new prescription You'll be fine now When i hate myself and i loose all will I become my shadow

Facing the night, no peace of mind Barely alive again Blood comes out, I scream and shout But the pain won't fade away Yearning for the dawn Go to hell, you demons Go to hell, where you belong One man war against the world The lone wolf's on the hunt Bless my rage with a hymn to hate Suffocate my agony All is said and done! Go to hell, you demons Go to hell, leave me alone Go to hell, you demons Go to hell, where you belong Go to hell, you demons Go to hell, leave me alone Go to hell, you demons (you demons) Go to hell, where you belong Go to hell, you demons (you demons) Go to hell, never come back!

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Cook that shit up, Quay Baby, huh Christian Dior on my shoes They cost a band, I prolly won't wear again Lil Mizzy just came on the news I'm thinking, damn, he back in trouble again Made me a mil' 'cause I can I know who I am, and I give thanks to the man The tiger just jumped out the can That's my lil' man, right back getting action again That young nigga shit, we still on it My dawg going through it, I feel for him She told me she love me, I fell for it Got real niggas sitting in jail for it Buy the pack, I'ma put it in the mail for it On the hunt for the money, I smell for it I went big dawg on them, this Tom Ford That lil' boy shit I ain't going for it Getting money every day I wake up Don't ask me, "Did me and lil' shawty break up?" Them M's coming in, let 'em stack up Don't ride my wave, dawg, back up I ain't never had shit, I gotta act up Don't come too close, my dawgs wan' buck I don't need no help, I don't ask for much If I ever go broke, we masking up Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck I parked the Bentley inside the garage I don't know how much hate I can dodge I can get you knocked off with a nod 4 Pockets Full, everyone got a knot I say this shit from the heart I knew you weren't real, you weren't there from the start Anything good in my way came from God Go get on stage and I get an applause Damn Young Gunna done growed up Bent the Bentley coupe, they know it's us My bro took a loss and I picked him up We stick together, they ain't rich as us I wanna sit down, she ain't lit enough Every time I count cash, swear I get a rush My money long as the yellow bus It ain't no secret, I'm livin' plush Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up (Cook that shit up, Quay!) Drip for sale, they gotta pay us I stayed down and I came up Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck Ran the money up, way up Life ain't sweet, ain't no lay-up Money never gon' change us I just be in my lane stuck Stayed the same and they changed up I knew they was gon' change up

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)