Dying 2 Die Lyrics

And I don't know why

And I don't know why

Why we're dying to die, why we're dying to die young

I seen brothers around my age that are living to die

And I seen others in the way that are dying to strive

Got some brothers paving theirs and a couple in the sky

I hate the fucking fact that death could come at any day

Not two weeks ago I seen my aunt inside a grave

And a month ago we just buried family friends

They knew me as a baby and their life just come to ends

I got buddies trying to kill themselves and thoughts do cross my mind

If I just disappeared, what would happen if I died

I get jealous of these rappers popping off at 16

Been around for 10 years, I thought I had the golden keys

And please, believe me when I say

I know it's not a secret, fuckers dying every day

The dismay comes from realizing limited time

Nas lied, the world is only borrowed

It can never be mine, this shit'll never be fine, nah, nah

I think about Juice and I think about Pop

I think about Biggie and I think about Pac

I think about Pun and when X dropped

Lil Peep the long sleep and when Mac just stopped

Only couple decades and a few years on the shelf

I'm way too busy thinking about everybody else

It's way too hard to sleep when you think about your death

And you won't ever know when you take your last breath, yeah

I reflect on shower thoughts I came across the other day

These rappers croaking young and it's really sad to say

We listen and neglect all they cry for fucking help

I hope that someone calls to check up on my mental health

When these songs drop, cause I'm just still a fucking kid

I got no motivation to make my fucking bed or get out of it

I'm doubting everything and I'm not proud of it

I'm watching people my age and even younger leave this earth

We share the same dreams and that's what makes it worse

We want it so bad and people don't believe

And even if they do they just wait until they see something, yeah

Life don't glitter it ain't gold, everybody's getting old

I should go back in time and maybe fucking sell my soul

Put some coal in my heart cause that bitch is getting cold

Bout to blow out these candles 23 years bold

I think about Juice and I think about Pop

I think about Biggie and I think about Pac

I think about pun and when X dropped

Lil Peep to long sleep and when Mac just stopped

Only couple decades and a few years on the shelf

I'm way too busy thinking about everybody else

It's way too hard to sleep when you think about your death

And you won't ever know when you take your last breath, yeah