A coward dies a thousand deaths

A soldier dies but once



Verse One:



They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk ni**az coppin pleas

Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never to witness the wicked s**t that they was facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

bi**hes is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherf**kers is bold

But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed

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 puffin weed wit my peeps

I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock

ni**az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight



Chorus:



If I die tonight (repeat 3X)