Diy Yung ft. Jayochoo Lyrics

I ain't trying to die Young

I'm really from The trenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Keep a tool, not talking wrenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Ducking 12, hopping fences

I ain't trying to die Young

Not really knowing who my friend is

I ain't trying to die Young

I'm really from The trenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Keep a tool, not talking wrenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Ducking 12, hopping fences

I ain't trying to die Young

Not really knowing who my friend is

I'm a ape in this jungle, something like Donkey Kong

Got pain in my heart, you can hear it in my songs

Got voices in my head

And that's just my demons

Got to keep my blick on me

And I got my reasons

I can't trust these niggas

Cuzz I know they gone fold

I guess it's safe to say, I can't trust a soul

I don't believe in love no more

I'm not gone believe her

Little homies in the hood

Serving that white Justin Bieber

Friends ain't really friends

Even day ones can switch

God before you take me

I'm just trying to get rich

Relationship with the streets, got me sprung

Trying to beat the odds

I don't want to die young

I ain't trying to die Young

I'm really from The trenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Keep a tool, not talking wrenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Ducking 12, hopping fences

I ain't trying to die Young

Not really knowing who my friend is

I ain't trying to die Young

I'm really from The trenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Keep a tool, not talking wrenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Ducking 12, hopping fences

I ain't trying to die Young

Not really knowing who my friend is

I'm a heartless ass nigga

How you think I got these love scars

Devilish thought

Racing in my head like race cars

Since they took my brother, I ain't been the same

Been through hell

Trying to turn my pain into champagne

Bad little bitch give me good brain

I call her scholar

If you ain't solid, don't come around

Don't even bother

And I'm forever screaming

Long live my brother Dodger

And I'm forever screaming

Long live my brother Dodger

Since You been gone

It ain't been the same

Ever since you went home

It's like you been looking over me

I swear you a guardian angel

All you brought was better days

Till then ommuh reunite with you someday

How can God take you

When I was praying to grow old with you

Count dough with you

Even make more with you

Cash out them stores with you

Even take trips and some more with you

Even give up the weed smoke with you

Dodger you have plans for our better Days

Till then I'm going to see you again someday

Ain't nothing but a little love, piece and heartbreak

I swear when my heart breaks

It's like the whole world shakes

Wish everything was all sweet like a slice of cake

I wish you was turning up

At peaches and cream with me

Long live Dodger Long live my homie

Long live Dodger Long live my homie

I ain't trying to die Young

I'm really from The trenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Keep a tool, not talking wrenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Ducking 12, hopping fences

I ain't trying to die Young

Not really knowing who my friend is

I ain't trying to die Young

I'm really from The trenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Keep a tool, not talking wrenches

I ain't trying to die Young

Ducking 12, hopping fences

I ain't trying to die Young

Not really knowing who my friend is