Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day)

I know that sooner (sooner)
 Or later (or later)
 I'm going to meet my maker
 I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end
 Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends
 1990's sins, It was all for tha ends
 Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins
 Before you talk bout money, make a mil' first
 You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse
 Your songs in need of a real verse
 Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church
 Then right after speech time, it's sparkin' the street crime
 Niggaz throwin' everything at you, Cept' a peace sign
 Live by the gun, die by the gun
 Till' my time come, Im'a spend time witcha son
 I could just see them sad, When they remind you of them
 Them woulda did the same thing, We confined to the slum
 And those that don't adapt, they either blind deaf or dumb
 Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a girl set to run
 Why run nigga, it's gon cost
 Its gon come nigga but till' the day it does
 Im'a hold my shit down, take it in blood
 Outsiders get no love
 Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater
 Half a billy a five, 2 macs in da ride
 They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo
 Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped
 Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill
 They dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo
 Steak'll take meetings, beefin' too much dough - the legion
 Bat in my hand - the sweet eastern
 Losin' money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that
 Or don't come back, or get clap at
 Me and my bitches in tha kitchen
 One sucking dick - I paid to have shot and sent to the Brinxton
 Dogs eatin' calamari, coke in a larrari's jar
 Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly's god
 Get wit the gods or get wit the mob
 From Shalom to queens, we wild wit the beams
 Don't blame me blame South Side, That's what made me my - crazy high
 But I'll spot a traitor out my lazy eye – ladies spy
 I'm the one you wanna have that baby by - Maybe I'm
 Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone
 Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome
 Alien phone home, ET in my throne
 I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach
 When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered
 And bad news keeps you weak and numb
 Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son
 I shoulda listened, friends turned foe
 The toast so the fo' fo' will make a nigga run like Ocho - Cinco on my mink hoe
 I'm the protégé of pimpin' livin' for the sippin'
 now that they rolled away to Clinton
 Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin'
 Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in
 Why run nigga?
 It's gon' come nigga
 But 'til the day it does
 I'm a hold my shit down, take it in blood
 Outsiders get no love