School couldn't get me into Heaven

And Heaven couldn't get me in a bitch bed

Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick
Got them hoes  whole Polo outfits

Feelin' like Young Dro  summertime '06
Thirteen years old runnin' my home  ya bitch
Believe that  we was thuggin' on the back street
Catchin' cases  probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

Them Yankee hats remind me of my younger days

Dog was a maniac
My momma had me
Where them babies havin' babies at
My knuckles ashy knockin' niggas on they ass
For smackin'  never lackin'
Road to riches is a path

Mothaf**ka watch your ass
And quick race  dawg
For when cold blood like Crips
You dig your own grave
When you f**kin' with the Lord
Catch a fade  probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway

I'm probably finna go to Hell anyway