Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Die A Legend, artist - Jarren Benton. Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Die A Legend |
| Brothers and sisters, our friends in Atlantia, Georgia |
| Dron is the one bro |
| That I see some enemies |
| Since this is the year of the Ballad of the Bullet |
| The Ballad of the Bullet explains itself |
| I feel like Dr. King on the balcony |
| Malcolm with the chop, another casualty |
| I’m Huey Newton in the wicker chair |
| I got it out the mud, I was living there |
| Perseverance turned me to a billionaire |
| Man the wolves feast with fine silverware |
| Wake up nigga focus, I’ma die a legend |
| Motivation for the hopeless nigga |
| God bless the child that hold his own |
| La Familia, Lord Benton, Don Corleone |
| I always stay loyal to my niggas that put me on |
| A diamond underneath the surface |
| Y’all gotta look beyond, I feel blessed |
| Ever since I been a father, more I fear death |
| A southern nigga but get love out on the midwest |
| I never bring these bitches back to where my kids rest |
| Too paranoid, don’t fuck around and get your wig pressed |
| Pistol on me, that’s my only homie |
| I would’ve cut these niggas off a while back |
| If I had known they phonies |
| Don’t just say you love me bitch, you better show me |
| Made nigga, Rigatoni, rest in bull strombolis |
| Rest In Peace to Gianna and Kobe |
| Can’t comprehend God’s plan to still question the holy |
| Listen, I won’t cave in to the hoe shit |
| I’ma die a fucking legend, motivation for the hopless nigga |
| I feel like Dr. King on the balcony |
| Malcolm with the chop, another casualty |
| I’m Huey Newton in the wicker chair |
| I got it out the mud, I was living there |
| Perseverance turned me to a billionaire |
| Man the wolves feast with fine silverware |
| Wake up nigga focus, I’ma die a legend |
| Motivation for the hopeless nigga |
| Ergo everything, I came from royalty |
| I cut a bitch off if I question her loyalty |
| Uh, Mansa Musa, I brandish the Ruger |
| It’s Lord Benton bitch get a glance of the future |
| Uh, 2020 no flying cars |
| I pen you a couple lines if you niggas is buying bars |
| It’s out with them filters, these bitches behind scars |
| I told God I’ma shine, watch how here your line starts |
| Allergic to fake gold and fuck niggas |
| Niggas mad cause they hoes go fuck with us |
| New year, I made goals that’s much bigger |
| Uh, truffle oil smothered on duck liver |
| I’m a dog, got that on my daddy side |
| Y’all niggas pussy, they sweet as them patty pies |
| Shit’ll go smooth if you niggas would strategize |
| And you wonder why you stagnant, I know you ain’t that surprised nigga |
| I feel like Dr. King on the balcony |
| Malcolm with the chop, another casualty |
| I’m Huey Newton in the wicker chair |
| I got it out the mud, I was living there |
| Perseverance turned me to a billionaire |
| Man the wolves feast with fine silverware |
| Wake up nigga focus, I’ma die a legend |
| Motivation for the hopeless nigga |
| Ain’t too many out c’here, ain’t too many out c’here |
| I ain’t never going out dog, I ain’t never going out dog |
| If you got it, stay strong now, I was sitting all in the house |
| Gotta pick it up all again, gotta cook it up all again |
| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons |
| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons |
| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons |
| Sometimes I talk to angels, sometimes I talk to demons |