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 fuck 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 fuck 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