Die Young – Zhavia Ward (originally by Roddy Rich)
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I ain’t tryna die young, so I ride with one Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a brotha, that’s a shotta, shotta Cold hearted, with tha blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I’m gon’ post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
When I’m in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me Cause I keep ’bout ten racks bussin’ out the jeans on me He be hating, I’m rich, it’s all about the cream homie If I ever get caught lackin’, they gon’ slide Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain’t got the time Flawless diamonds, that can’t never block the shine They know I’m ballin’ in the city like DeRozan Gotta keep my homies ’round me, I can’t do the wrong friend I was knockin’ down walls, now they closin’ in Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye I’m being the side, I’ma be the main course Whipped the Rolls like a young boy is made for it
I ain’t tryna die young, so I ride with one Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a brotha, that’s a shotta, shotta Cold hearted, with tha blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I’m gon’ post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happen Me and my dogs, we was bussin’ out them bandos Count out them hunnids then we throw it in the mattress Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic I be in the streets, I stand ten toes Anyone in my situation woulda been fold We was trappin’ out the basement, made it back tenfold Gotta stay out the way, that’s why I’m always behind the tint for
I ain’t tryna die young, so I ride with one Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a brotha, that’s a shotta, shotta Cold hearted with tha blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I’m gon’ post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
I don’t wanna die young I don’t wanna die young I don’t wanna die young