Tomorrow

Tell 'em we creepin up on em by tomorrow

I know that the death won't be holy we got them hollows

Homie cracked him in the head he had a bottle

I Put ya name up on bullet I'm sure it'll follow

These niggas be taking from niggas cause they neva borrow

That money just ain't coming back we gon get it tomorrow

The same niggas same ones causing the sorrow

Had them niggas jumpin round like they won the lotto

Fuck all my feelings i dont want em back

When im looking out they stab me in the back

Shit hit fan, go and get ya pad