Great Death

If I die tomorrow
It's gonna be a great death
It's gonna be a great death
If I die tomorrow
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath
Tell em if I die tomorrow
It's gonna be a great death
Its gonna be a great death
If I die tomorrow
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath
Tell em if I die tomorrow
The year is 2025, we live at the Grammys
Give Brett a dap and smile, gold trophy they hand me
I give glory to God, Brett thanks both of our families
But something's feeling odd, vibes have got me feeling antsy
I hear shots, doors lock, guards drop
Everybody getting robbed, ski masks, black glocks
See one pointed my way, I can hear my heart stop
Fully loaded like the Matrix and I pray it don't pop but
He be letting off his nine tho
Bullets fly through me leaving holes, where do I go
Spirit way up in the sky high like soprano
Colour draining from my face no vitiligo
I wake up with a cold sweat dripping down my neck
The Reaper's cousin demanding I give his fam respect
Go to the booth pull all our beats up on deck
And spit each demo like it was my last breath so
If I die tomorrow
It's gonna be a great death
It's gonna be a great death
If I die tomorrow
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath
If I die tomorrow
It's gonna be a great death
It's gonna be a great death
If I die tomorrow
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath
Tell em if I die tomorrow
It's gonna be a great death
Its gonna be a great death
If I die tomorrow
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath
Grab a molotov, hey
Someone call up Cleopatra from the grave
We could set it off, hey
Grab a camera like an uzi get to shooting
It's just click click, bang bang bang and your whole life gone
Just a jpeg on a t-shirt or your homegirls phone
I ain't down to go out no no
Not without vocals tracked thoughts penned down full blown
I'm God's son, I'm Pac's child my whole vibe gon prove it
My notes gon spark revival or revolution
Homie I known from time
Legends never really pass, music keeps them all alive
I'll be six feet under grass, this my fully written will
Why you think I'm writing rhymes huh
Just in case I don't survive
It's gonna be a great death
It's gonna be a great death
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath
It's gonna be a great death
It's gonna be a great death
You gon love what comes next
You gon love my last breath