Caskey - If I Gotta Die lyrics
[Caskey - If I Gotta Die lyrics]
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while
Standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real
So my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while
Standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
That ain't no question, presidential tint
No election
Five star suite, I am not no pedestrian
From the east side but it's
Still Smith & Weston
You a broke boy, stayin' at the Best Western
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
I was in the trap house with the vac' seals
You the type to switch it
Up about the mass appeal
Switchin' up around me too much
Then you outta here
Y'all gon' fake it for no reason
Snakin', you ain't got no allegiance
You know hoes tell fo' seasons
I can't let you up inside this fo' seater
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while
Standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real
So my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while
Standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
Yeah, I caught a case
Had that pistol on my motorcycle
I told the lawyer you should do
It when you know your rivals
House full of 'scripts 'fore I
Even knew the Bible
Eat less, people dyin', more survival
I ain't never had a head start
Make your head spin
How much cash nowadays I throw in the wind?
I could spend whatever on it
It don't make a dent
To think I was strugglin' for the win
Y'all gon' fake it for no reason
Love my life, but it's suicide door season
I'ma make it to mo' reasons
If I give ya opportunity
Just know I never need ya
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while
Standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real
So my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while
Standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while
Standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real
So my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while
Standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
That ain't no question, presidential tint
No election
Five star suite, I am not no pedestrian
From the east side but it's
Still Smith & Weston
You a broke boy, stayin' at the Best Western
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
I was in the trap house with the vac' seals
You the type to switch it
Up about the mass appeal
Switchin' up around me too much
Then you outta here
Y'all gon' fake it for no reason
Snakin', you ain't got no allegiance
You know hoes tell fo' seasons
I can't let you up inside this fo' seater
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while
Standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real
So my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while
Standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here
Yeah, I caught a case
Had that pistol on my motorcycle
I told the lawyer you should do
It when you know your rivals
House full of 'scripts 'fore I
Even knew the Bible
Eat less, people dyin', more survival
I ain't never had a head start
Make your head spin
How much cash nowadays I throw in the wind?
I could spend whatever on it
It don't make a dent
To think I was strugglin' for the win
Y'all gon' fake it for no reason
Love my life, but it's suicide door season
I'ma make it to mo' reasons
If I give ya opportunity
Just know I never need ya
And if I gotta die
I pray I touch a lot of deals
Countin' up a lot of blue face dollar bills
I was at the bottom for a while
Standin' still
Now I'm at the top floor, countin' up a mill
And if I gotta die, I pray I'll shake some'
For real
So my mama never have to miss a meal
I've been at the top for a while
Standin' still
I ain't ever, ever, ever goin' down from here