Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DON'T DIE, artist - Tory Lanez. Album song MEMORIES DON'T DIE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Mad Love
Song language: English
DON'T DIE |
Look nigga, I’ve been this way, since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells |
and shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face |
Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace |
Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith |
I sold work on sick days and ripped Js |
I spent days tryna duck the ricochets |
'Cause we were tryna figure which clique played with the shooter |
Nowadays you boys just tryna figure who click play |
I made bitches and made niggas, y’all boys just bitch made niggas |
I flip it like a swiss, switchblade, nigga |
Fuck around with me, come run the town with me |
I do it for my dogs and niggas that’s down with me |
He spent around 50 tryna look like us, tryna flex with some bottoms, |
but let’s address it proper |
I mean, I find it funny they give me the same bundle without spendin' money, |
they just give it to me, 'cause I’m poppin' |
More honesty and less lies |
Skirted the McLaren off the lot, shit, I bought it as a test drive |
I took the jet for the fuckin' 110th time |
Hoping that I don’t go out like Aaliyah or a Left Eye |
Shit, I’m the greatest, I’m the people’s favorite |
Thanks to God’s graces, I been number one in all these peoples' faces |
So amazing how I made it from the mazes and the phases change faces, |
but I’m back to being basic |
How many years am I gon' spend being famous? |
Actin' like I’m normal, like I don’t realize I made it, like I don’t realize |
I’m famous |
Like I don’t realize every time I walk around the city, they look at me like |
the greatest |
All-time hated nigga, put me in your playlist |
Trunk on the front of McLaren’s that need a waitlist |
So when I back, back, I’m frontin' on fuck niggas, that told me I’ll never made |
it, in my Audemar Piguet wrist |
I hop the plane in sweats and the Bathing Ape kicks, 50 pointer bracelets, |
man’s best fragrance |
I’m still ballin', these foul niggas is still flagrant |
I ain’t got no business talkin', just a bill statement |
See the lights from a far away |
I still feel close on the nights when I’m far away |
I comin' home, workin' at nights to a hard day |
Tryin' to avoid nights in the hallway sellin' hard ye |
Back when you was hip-hoppin' and watchin' Kanye |
I was coach hoppin' and sleepin' inside a Hyundai |
Made bands out of any floor, at your mom place |
Tryna duck the crime rate, where the fuck was my mindstate? |
I cry real tears thinkin' bout my mom face |
If she was here, I’m thinkin', what would my mom say? |
She’d say, I’m well-accomplished, she’d say I really did it |
She said don’t let her settle for no penny pincher |
I, will not lose, no, I refuse niggas |
I, 2 plus 2 niggas, I school niggas |
She wanna get high, fuck with a cool nigga |
48 floors, check out my view nigga |
Uh, I already know the outcome |
I may have fucked it up with Nicki right before this album |
My ex on me like Malcolm, she know we can’t be together |
But still be askin' me, «How come?» |
I know the shit crazy |
My life upgraded and I ain’t going backwards |
Closest thing going backwards is me rollin' Backwoods |
Lookin' at you niggas like there’s no more factors |
Until the story over like there’s no more chapters |
Fargo |