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Zhavia Ward

Die Young

 

Die Young


Uh uh uh uh

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 bussing out the jeans on me
He be hating, I'm rich, it's all about the cream homie
If I ever get caught lacking, 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 balling in the city like DeRozan
Gotta keep my homies 'round me, I can't do the wrong friend
I was knocking down walls, now they closing 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 bussing 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 trapping 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

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