Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Harris Jr
C. Harris Jr
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Shamann Cooke
Shamann Cooke
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Beat Billionaire
Beat Billionaire
Producer
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They told me it's never too late for prayer
Well Lord, pray for us ****
'Cause we ready to die for this shit
[Verse 2]
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
[Verse 3]
I look to my left, I look to my right
All I see is my blood, all I see is my life
If it go down tonight, my **** look out for momma
Been robbing my whole life, I gotta look out for karma
Selling them white squares, I swear I'm well prepared
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
Chopper still heat seeking, block getting hotter
When them **** go to beefing, slidin' till we got 'em
[Verse 4]
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
[Verse 5]
Machine gun man, seen him on the news
Every gun I had was one the home invaders couldn't use
Had a **** catch me slipping, I refuse, not a chance
Listen dude, tip can use any tool I known to man
And don't think that I can't hit  you just 'cause it ain't in my hand
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand?
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper
Boy you got to plan a way straight to the undertaker
Know me for the doctor
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter Lelah and my partner
Rap your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka
Did just what I gotta do, it's me or you and boy I'm saying
Know that ATF listening, I'm just playing, I'm just playing
[Verse 6]
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Written by: C. Harris Jr, Sam Cooke, William Roberts
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