Millions

Will I get there I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me Stab me in my back I guess you showing what you mean to me And I cant see loyalty in your eyes you aint no kin to me Smoking on that laced blunt Spent you last up on that lace front Now I cant even face front I just passed the blicky to my dawg he wanna face off Lil broski said he itching for a body take your face off Big brodie said he stepping in the party just to blam some And I cant walk up stepping Two stepping I got my nina Lord forgive me for my sins I might be sinning again I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me Don't kill me I got some dreams I got some visions Y'kno the real me I got some shows I gotta do them people feel me I got some haters who keep talking Dont know the real me Feel me Feel me The real me The real me They say when I get that money its gon turn me to a fein b Ever since I got this money I ain't know which one my friends be I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me Keep stepping how you stepping You a gangsta then keep repping what you repping Let 'em niggas know that you stepping with loaded weapons Let 'em niggas know that you gripping you and your bredren Let 'em niggas know it's extensions on Smith and Wesson I told my bitch I'm tryna have a threesome fucking on her bestfriend And I think Im kinda freaky I f*ck bitches from the Westend SJIL the motto You don't know you not from these ends NFL up in the streets we make a play we don't play defense And why the f*ck they tryna flop and tell the cops and get a foul And when my moma found my gun she said peezy you acting wild She told me boy you better stop it you know you my second child I tell her say I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me I've been gone for way too long And I've been tryna find my way by home Will I get there if I make millions Will I make enough so I could leave some for my children Or will they just kill me Oh will they kill me Oh will they kill me Oh will they kill me