Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Die Young, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Song language: English
Good Die Young |
| Well, well |
| Well, well |
| Heatmakerz, crack music |
| Well, the good die young |
| Maybe it’s better |
| 'Cause where I’m from |
| Oh, where I’m from |
| I’m still affiliated with fellas that’s cautious |
| Lookin' at the news, man, we closer to hell than I thought |
| Reflectin' while I’m smokin' an L in my Porsche |
| Straight up out my pocket, man, I just posted bail in the car |
| I wish I could speak on my case |
| Not a good feelin' when police got the heat in your face |
| Minor setback, but we still gotta keep it always |
| Ridin' through my hood, it’s so much talent I seen that’s a waste |
| Without a platform, lookin' for an outlet |
| We was taught to get money and buy cars that ain’t out yet |
| If it was O-2, we was tryna get the O-3 |
| My first ten Grants, I was tryna get an O-Z |
| Well, the good die young |
| Maybe it’s better |
| 'Cause where I’m from |
| Oh, where I’m from |
| Well, the good die young |
| Maybe it’s better |
| 'Cause where I’m from |
| We live forever, forever |
| I’m havin' thoughts of VA comin' back for you rats on the bus |
| Must have had an angel 'cause I shoulda been shackled and cuffed |
| Started catchin' feelin', feelin' love with the MAC when it bust |
| You ever hear the sound of all paper start cracklin' up? |
| The fire start to hit and the fee hid the cracks for a rush |
| Brothers killin' brothers so how could you ask me about trust? |
| Some of these things I’m havin' issues with |
| Forty-four bully with a beam with the pistol grip |
| Just to give you some pacifics |
| On what to tell the cops for ballistics |
| She left a bunch of kisses on my boxers with her liptstick |
| My cars from overseas, I buy my watches from the district of— |
| I’m a grown man, I’m my own man |
| Savage nigga and I swing iron like Conan |
| Have a bunch of ghost-face killas shoot at your whole clan |
| My man E caught a charge and now he tryna get a program |
| You pull up to the crib, you leave the keys with the doorman |
| It’s just life, nigga |
| It’s just life, nigga |
| It’s just life, nigga |
| Well, the good die young |
| Maybe it’s better |
| 'Cause where I’m from |
| Oh, where I’m from |
| Well, the good die young |
| Maybe it’s better |
| 'Cause where I’m from |
| We live forever, forever |
| I pledge allegiance to the flag |
| Of the United States of America |
| And to the republic |
| For which it stands |
| One nation |
| Under God |
| Indivisible |
| With liberty and justice for all |