MEET YA MAKER

Yeah It's ya boy Face Money Back From the gates of hell, back into heaven Niggas bouta meet they maker man How shit ended up Y'all niggas could meet ya maker I'm in this bitch wit that heat like an oven but no ion be wit no bakers I'm in this bitch wit that heat like an oven this weed it don't come from Jamaica I'm in this bitch wit that heat like an oven this lil bitch Bajan and Haitian Need it now all my patience up Going hard for the love of the guap how the f*ck you on top ain't replacing us Man I come from the bottom, the gutta, the slums, scraping gum off the bottom of buttas Man I come from the struggle, the rubble, the dungeon, the dark, in that basement it's rough Niggas making them statements and bluffs, all of these sluts getting faithfully cuffed It don't matter how strong you is inside cause inside you ain't breaking them cuffs It don't matter that shit you did outside cause now you gotta sit on ya southside Cause you hit niggas up in they northside, ain't nobody show up at ya courtside That shit make you appreciate house vibes looking out just to see like you portside Deal with ups and the downs, waterslide, tryna stay above so you don't drown For them niggas was letting ya weapon rise but ain't nobody holding you down You was just rolling around now you rolling round in the bed and you stressing Sending messages pressed for replies, call collect they collecting ya pride Niggas getting checked in, pesticide, if he testified he off the pod But regardless you gotta survive and when it's all done give it all up to GOD Regardless of even or odd, ima be grateful to be on the ride Ain't no hate in my mind ima shine and when it's all done give it all up to GOD Y'all niggas could meet ya maker I'm in this bitch wit that heat like an oven but no ion be wit no bakers I'm in this bitch wit that heat like an oven this weed it don't come from Jamaica I'm in this bitch wit that heat like an oven this lil bitch Bajan and Haitian Need it now all my patience up Going hard for the love of the guap how the f*ck you on top ain't replacing us Man I come from the bottom, the gutta, the slums, scraping gum off the bottom of buttas Man I come from the struggle, the rubble, the dungeon, the dark, in that basement it's rough Niggas making them statements and bluffs, all of these sluts getting faithfully cuffed