Till I Die Lyrics

Okay, Its stick em up

Okay

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die

Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die

Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die

Imma keep it real, never been a lie

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die

Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die

Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die

Imma keep it real, never been a lie

Grizwald ,bitch I'm getting money, till the day that I die

Stay getting high till the day that I die

Niggas say they real, lie detector that's a lie

You can see it in my eye, nigga don't even try

Nigga what's good, I'll bring it to your hood

Call me Chippa Jones, yeah, I be slinging wood

Two pistols on me and they come straight from Florida

Fuck a plug, I got a socket coming straight from Georgia

Boy we get to it check that like I'm Nike

Niggas don't like me, but I bet they won't fight me

Run the city, until I'm bare feet

When I was broke and on my ass, they ain't love me

Now I got it locked throw away the key

Imma do me, so imma keep it G

So hater when you see me you look but don't speak

It's official like a whistle, they know who I be nigga

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die

Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die

Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die

Imma keep it real, never been a lie

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die

Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die

Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die

Imma keep it real, never been a lie

I just want respect, that's word to Aretha

I kick it with my posse, call me Mario Van Peebles

I'm bout stick this game up and I ain't talking Jayceon

You Prince nigga, Tayshun Roll up on you like Trayvon

Came up on the rough side, plenty times I should've died

Evergreen like all year, I'm black and white, that west side

Break bread you can get a plate, too real to keep it fake

Nigga I ain't even made it yet, but I see the most hate

From everywhere, everybody RIP to my loved ones

World got me pouring up, I'm so high I lost touch

Pen stay on CNN, cause all I spit is real stuff

Claim they don't like ya, be the same motherfucker right by ya

Crazy like a Rasta, you playing with my pasta

I hit em with the blocker, chopper screaming like they Waka

I'm crazy like a Rasta, you playing with my pasta

I hit em with the chopper, have em screaming like he Waka

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die

Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die

Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die

Imma keep it real, never been a lie

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die

Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die

Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die

Imma keep it real, never been a lie