[Intro:]
God forgives...I don't.
In other words, retaliation is a must!

[Hook:]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the [bad word] 
Help me hold my chopper, Lord!
If I die today on the highway to heaven,
Can I let my top down in my nine-eleven?
In my nine-eleven? [x4]
Financial fanatic, fourty bricks in my attic,
Four hundred K in my baggage, eighty ‘round automatic.
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money,
Secret indictments,
Porsche costs me two hundred.

[Verse 1:] [bad word] all these broke niggas, ‘cause all I do is ball,
Ain't no more off days,
My crib look like a mall,
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall,
Niggas still schemin',
But we slidin' on 'em all!
I remember picking watermelons,
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight, I know, [bad word] back, [bad word] 
Reincarnated – big black fat [bad word] 

[Hook]

[Verse 2:] [bad word] your investigation, started my elevation,
Cherry red nine-eleven straight to my destination.
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations,
Knew, I flew private, [bad word]  strapped with no hesitations.
Gucci Pucci money long, he got twenty cars,
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds,
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show,
They know a [bad word] s name, they know a [bad word] s strong, [bad word] wit me!

[Hook]

[Verse 3:] [bad word] your insinuation, [bad word] from Venezuela,
Love me some skinny [bad word]  fat boy just 'bout his paper.
Hustle, while niggas gossip,
Hating, that switch the topic,
Jump in my nine-eleven, two bricks in [bad word] 
She let me smell her [bad word] 
I know, you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder,
Nine-eleven: 100 miles [bad word]