TILL I DIE SXMPRA & 1nonly

[Intro: SXMPRA]
(Fuck!) Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree
East side, west side, bitch, you better not fuck with me
Killer on a killing spree, killer on a killing spree (d-d-d-d-dwilly, I'm scared!)
Let that choppa—let that choppa—let that choppa—let that choppa

[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
Walk up out the door, left a note up on my dresser
They tell me everyday that life is on its way to better
But I can't seem to shake the fact that I've been getting fed up
That's why my mind is drifting to the thought of a Beretta
Got the .35 rippin', and the .45, bang, yeah
Subwoofer knockin', I'm rockin' that motherfucker for a bag, uh
Comin' from nothin', I madе it to riches, tell 'em to throw out thе rags, huh
'Member when I was just washin' them dishes and now I be poppin' them tags
Yeah, bi-bi-bitch, I’m back with a black mask
Any motherfucker wanna back track?
Bitch, I been about it, gonna put 'em in a body bag
Body back tucked in a black van, ride for the gang until I—

[Chorus: SXMPRA]
'Til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em, "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em, "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face
'Til I—'til I die, bitch, I’m riding for the gang (The gang)
Tell 'em, "Fuck the money", and I tell 'em, "Fuck the fame" (The fame)
Stayin' on the low, bitch, they stayin' on my case (Case)
Every day, I wake up, put a mask upon my face