Die Young - Roddy Ricch

Die Young

Roddy Ricch

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We got London On Da Track

I'm in London, got my beat from London

I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one

Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas, ayy

He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta

Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka, blocka

Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

How am I 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 bussin' out the jeans on me

Niggas be hatin', I'm rich, it's all about the cream, homie

If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide

Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain't got the time

Flawless diamonds, niggas can't never block the shine

They know I'm ballin' in the city like DeRozan

Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, I can't do the wrong friends

I was knockin' down walls, now they closin' in

Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye

Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma be the main court

Whipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for it

I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one

Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy

He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta

Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka, blocka

Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

How am I 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 bussin' 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, nigga, I stand ten toes

Any nigga in my situation would've been fold

We was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfold

Gotta stay out the way, that's why I'm always behind the tint for

We was fightin' fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0

Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow

I was down below, but still, I always kept my head up

Nigga gotta get my bread up, I don't wanna die young (no, no, no)

I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one

Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy

He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta

Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka, blocka

Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

How am I gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist

Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?

- It's already the end -