I might die tonight, but if I do I′ma be okay (I'ma be okay)

And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said

I got two graves dugOne for me and one for the motherfucker standing in my way (in my way)

And if I die tonight, at least I can say I never ran away

Six foot deep, deep, deep in the cut

Shovel and a tarp rolled up in the truck

Couple old bikers and they know what′s up

Spend my iTunes check on gettin' people roughed up

And a child molester might end up in the mud

Bones in the shit of a couple wild boars

Teeth buried in the lot of a little white church

I be somewhere dog GPS don't work

Where the cops all do things a little bit dirty

But they stay on my team, I got that Babyface money

Ya′ll can buy all that jewelry, I′ll invest in my community

Put a bunker in the ground, fill it up with plenty shiny things

I got brass for days, pitbulls with teeth so razor sharp

You'd think my females slept with a great white shark

And I ain′t tryna brag but my A-Team too big

Some crazy motherfuckers on that 1900's shit

It′s time for a change, yeah, I came with some buddies

Who don't mind getting muddy and bloody and standing for something

And putting some sense into this corrupt country

Go ahead big dog come over here and say something

I might die tonight, but if I do I′ma be okay (I'ma be okay)

And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said

I got two graves dug

One for me and one for the motherfucker standing in my way (my way)

And if I die tonight, at least I can say I never ran away

You can get it, I'ma fight until the death of me

I ain′t never been on the run from an enemy

Heavily armed to the teeth, got an army with me

And I′m ready to die if you threaten me

AK's, AR′s, you ain't who you say you are

Bullets start flying, putting ghosts in the graveyard

Full moon lighting up the battlefield

Battle to my last breath and my blood splatter here

Just breathe a minute

Just think a minute

You don′t wanna go to war

Or we could get it, yeah, we could bring it right to your front door

I don't think you wanna go that route

I ain′t known to fuck around

I'ma throw a hundred rounds

Put your cold body in the fuckin ground

Get the point bitch, when I hit you with the hollow round

What the fuck you talkin' ′bout?

I don′t wanna talk about it

Leave your body right there layin' with some tarp around it

Why I gotta go so hard?

Why you so fuckin′ soft?

Why your man runnin' bitch, you already fuckin′ lost

I might die tonight, but if I do I'ma be okay (I′ma be okay)

And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said

I got two graves dug

One for me and one for the motherfucker standing in my way (my way)

And if I die tonight, at least I can say I never ran away