Plata O Plomo (Silver or Lead)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Mall] I say my prayers, to the Most High Still I stay prepared with the AR-1-5 Never count my blessings, 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfucker head [Chorus: Mac Mall] 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 [Verse 2: Ray Luv] 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' [Chorus: Mac Mall] 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 [Verse 3: Black C] Ayy, 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 DA'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 [Chorus: Mac Mall] 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