| I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
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| Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas
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| He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta
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| Cold hearted nigga, wet that blocka, blocka
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| Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young
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| I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
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| How I’m gon' post bail? |
| Just look at my wrist
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| Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
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| When I’m in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me
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| Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin' out the jeans on me
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| Niggas be hating, I’m rich, it’s all about the cream homie
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| If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide
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| Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain’t got the time
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| Flawless diamonds, niggas can’t never block the shine
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| They know I’m ballin' in the city like DeRozan
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| Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, I can’t do the wrong friends
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| I was knockin' down walls, now they closin' in
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| Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye
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| Fuck being the side nigga, I’ma be the main course
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| Whipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for it
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| I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
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| Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas
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| He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta
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| Cold hearted nigga with that blocka, blocka
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| Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young
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| I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
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| How I’m gon' post bail? |
| Just look at my wrist
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| Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
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| Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happen
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| Me and my dogs, we was bussin' out them bandos
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| Count out them hunnids then we throw it in the mattress
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| Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic
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| I be in the streets nigga, I stand ten toes
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| Any nigga in my situation woulda been fold
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| We was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfold
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| Gotta stay out the way, that’s why I’m always behind the tint for
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| We was fighting fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0
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| Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow
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| I was down below, but still, I always kept my head up
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| Nigga gotta get my bread up, I don’t wanna die young
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| No, no, no
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| I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
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| Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas
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| He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta
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| Cold hearted nigga with that blocka, blocka
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| Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young
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| I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
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| How I’m gon' post bail? |
| Just look at my wrist
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| Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Die Young , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed Tha Streets II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп