Die20 Lyrics

June first 2002, how I come through

My mind made and I keep a blade. fuck kung fu

Piano keys, hands freeze with the Bluetooth

Na'mean trigger squeeze, check your chin if you fuckin' with me

I keep two bad bitches steady fuckin' with me

I keep three bag getters that be clutching the heat

And I ain't seen shit, Andrea Bocelli, you get hit in your abdominal area

Make you cough up your belly and catch a celly

Bullets spit, words of semi-Yosemite

And stay hittin' like your name was Kelly

I'm a killer, yeah I know my words is deadly

But I'ma need your help, new age Machiavelli I died 20

Died 20

Might die 20

Might die 20

A real nigga in the set, real nigga check your chest

I ain't even mean to kill him, I ain't mean to intercept

In retrospective, retro's on my feet, I spent the check

Banging on your door, boy, you better come correct

Dissect my art, all the knowledge you collect

This my life, presidential thinking more than you elect

You better show respect, I give more to the score

Check the board, I explore more than you ever expect

Vocal cords hanging at your neck

Since birth, I was raised to be the best

Like a floater, this is more than just finesse

This the intro to my very first project

Died 20

Might die 20

Might die 20

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Said I might die 20

You might die 20

Yeah