[Verse 1]
They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk n***as copping pleas
Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the player-hating tricks while hitting switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
But charge them hoes: the game should be sold
I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me
Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps
I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock
N***as is hot when I hit the block: what if I die da night?

[Chorus 1]
If I die da night
If I die da night
Fuck it, if I die da night

[Verse 2]
Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to popping, n***as is dropping, then they done
Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse
He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever stepping, keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous n***as and broke bitches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales
Picture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Running with criminals, individuals wit' no remorse
Tryna stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force
In my brain, all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers
Conversating like they still here: if I die da night
[Chorus 2]
If I die da night
Scare da die, n***a, is ya? Hah
If I die da night
Never fear, never worry
If I die da night

[Verse 3]
Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for thug living when I die
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug n***as
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a player
Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay her
Pistol whipping these simps for being petrified and lame
Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain
Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me, n***a, I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines reading 'Murdered to death', my last breath
Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don't understand: if I die da night

[Chorus 3]
N***a, if I die da night
No fear, n***a, never worry
If I die da night
Bury me a motherfucking G, closed casket, fuck it
If I die da night
You know
[Outro]
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder