What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin' The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin' Niggas keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake I'm here, I'm watching you (if I should die before I wake) Love, the flesh, my blood's pourin' through (if I should die before I wake) This, can be, reality (if I should die before I wake) Wake, up, my dead face I see (if I should die before I wake) My dead face I see, my dead face I see On your mark, get set, when I spark you're wet Look how dark it get when you're marked wit death Should I, start your breath or should I let you die If he start to cry, ask why? Lyrically, I'm worshiped, don't front, the word's sick You cursed it, but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit You herbs get, stomped quickly for raw T's and show money Don't forget the publishin', I'm punishin' I'm done wit them, son I'm surprised you run wit them I think they got cumin, cause they nothin' but bitch Tryna blow up like nitro wit dynamite sticks Mad I smoke, but yo I rock diamonds that's sick Got paper off my flow, ride wit my own click Take chicks to Cairo, layin' wit yo' bitch I know you playin' you was rich Fuck you prick, when I see you I'ma I am here, I'm watching you (when I see you I'ma) Love, the flesh, my blood's pourin' through (when I see you I'ma) This, can be, reality (when I see you I'ma) Wake, up, my dead face I see (when I see you I'ma) My dead face I see (when I see you I'ma), my dead face I see! When I see you I'ma.. when I see you I'ma