Die in My Designer

[Intro]
(Damn, Nizo, turn it up)
(Deuxe made this one)

[Verse]
When I die, bury me in all Balenci'
Send me back to God in designer
Make sure that I got a crispy line-up
Make sure that iron got me shinin'
Tell 'em I'm with God, don't have Milan cryin'
Don't tell her I did wrong, please don't have my mom cryin'
Abandon my love, ain't no need for me lyin'
I try not to lie, but the truth can sometimes hurt people
I seen niggas die, go in the ground and let the earth eat 'em
Bro was overweight, he slim now, he let the Percs eat him
Old-school was a man in his day, he let the terps beat him
Three-five for the fifty, I might spray this shit myself
Ridin' 'round with a fifty, battlin' with my mental health
What happened to natural causes? Murder either your death
I showed Jax the right way, he still went to the left
I know I handed you a stolen car, but I still took you to the 'yo
Condo top floor, you could use my room to fuck your ho
Niggas in they feelings, they don't like it how I kill with Joe
I know if I kill with Joe, he gon' be there if I catch a 'bow
I know he gon' answer
Auntie died, she was battlin' with cancer
I know Tito gon' be there if I need Pampers
Give her the world, I make sure my kid pampered
How this nigga say he gang and I ain't stamp him?
Say he gang
I know what you around for, you keep bringin' up a chain
What you talkin' down for? What you keep bringin' up my name?
Remember when you used to laugh at me, I was walkin' in the rain
'Member you used to laugh, I was workin' on my craft
A hundred-thousand-dollar lawyer to speak on my behalf
Feds sent me to prison, didn't have a knife and I adapted
Play me, I ain't stab him, he might get hit with this slapstick
Ain't nothin' worse than a bitch ain't got no business by herself
Judge gave him that time, he spent time doin' math
But he love readin' books, he got him several on his shelf
He was fine, now he's filing mental health
Every time I talk to God, I'm callin' out for help
Please get me away from this bullshit
I ain't like none of the guys I went to court with
I know I did what I did, I know You know too
So You know around that time what I was goin' through
My baby was on the way and Milan needed Pampers
Fuck fuckin' up my money on the dice or a dancer