Plata O Plomo (Silver or Lead) - Ray Luv, Black C, Mac Mall

I say my prayers, to the Most High

Still I stay prepared with the AR-1−5

Never count my blessin’s, always keep my weapon

‘Cause out here they shoot first and never ask questions

Death can come from any direction

Pack protection for fuckboys that’s flexin'

Mane, the game don’t show no affection

No love, just tears and blood, stressin', case-catchin'

But a life of poverty ain’t no fuckin' way to live

And society ain’t worried about my muthafuckin' kids

So it is what it is, want my presidents dead

When it comes to my felony, ain’t worried about the Feds

And one of them dummies killin' over street cred

Cutthroat, crazy, mainey, like I ain’t took my meds

On the same block where my brethren bled

I shoot the fully quick, bust a muthafucka head

Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

I wake up early, learn the hustle while the rest sleepin'

I keep it movin', on the go, I do my best dreamin'

I stay improvin' on the flow like it’s a kept secret

Smile shinin' like your face like a wet sequin

Your chick callin' out my name, SOS beacon

But she livin' in the past, I’m the next weekend

We was livin' in the trash with the mask schemin'

Now I’m livin' like Flash, everywhere, you see him

‘Cause we livin' life fast with a per diem

And we bigger than the task, we in coliseums

‘Cause it’s bigger than the cash and a mausoleum

My niggas livin' past the grave, boy, I could see ‘em

And we ‘bout to turn the page, boy, we could see it

And we gon' set the world ablaze like Cease could see it

Lionheart, sharp teeth, we was barely eatin'

Now we winnin' so much niggas swear we cheatin'

Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Ay, niggas ‘bout nothin' but money, bitches and bullshit

We walk the block with a Glock and a full clip

Off the weed, sippin' heem, niggas plot and scheme

Tryna leave with some money and leave a murder scene

Did anything, from pimpin' bitches to movin' cream

It’s for the team, that’s how we feel to keep our conscience clean

My niggas dream like Martin King for the lavish things

Under pressure, niggas meltdown like Charlie Sheen

The opposition not playin' fair, the niggas snitchin'

Dirty D.A.'s gettin' at ‘em with these propositions

You not competition, homie, I know heart of bitches

Who would stand behind a nigga, never get it twisted

All you speak is fiction, yeah, nigga, that’s real talk

You on YouTube tellin' us how you got caught

Ask the Lord to forgive us ‘cause we know no better

All this evil that we did, we pray for room in Heaven

Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Bangin' for the bread, silver or the lead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead

Got to get to Heaven ‘fore the devil know I’m dead