Dying to Live ft. Strizzy Strokes Lyrics

I’m from the land of the trill

Keep mind on a mill

All a nigga trying to do is get this paper

I’m just dying to live

Niggas dying in the field

Tell my homies in the sky I’ll see you later

The good die young and all I feel is pain

The sun gone shine and all feel is rain

And I can’t let no nigga get the best of me

I keep that heater next to me

I drop down to my knees and pray the lord just keep on blessing me yeah

I drop down to my knees and pray he listens to me

I didn’t choose to live this life bitch it was given to me

I was talking to my dog felt like the other day

If I catch who killed little Keon I might catch a case

The media just trying to boost the murder rate

Young niggaz with attitudes we got something to say

I sit back and watch these niggaz turn to opposition

I can’t let’em take me out so I move with precision

Riding with that big forty

Too trill I’m big homie

Go grind to get to this mill can’t miss my shot don’t shoot no bricks homie

Niggaz cap big phony

No Scarface forget Tony

I rather be like Sosa in dat movie cause he killed Tony

Hold up let me calm down

I’m Curry with the ball now

Three seconds on the clock I throw it up and watch them fall down

We winning when it bog down, little nigga I’m done

Inhale the smoke let go the pain

I’m thinking about catching the sun

I’m from the land of the trill

Keep mind on a mill

All a nigga trying to do is get this paper

I’m just dying to live

Niggaz dying in the field

Tell my homies in the sky I’ll see you later

The good die young and all I feel is pain

The sun gone shine and all feel is rain

And I can’t let no nigga get the best of me

I keep that heater next to me

I drop down to my knees and pray the lord just keep on blessing me yeah

I'm from Cayce where it's hot, I mean even in the drought

Where a nigga do you dirty, not just cause he from the south

Got a mouth full of gold, pray for mercy on my soul

Still feel my homie spirit even though he dead and gone

Free my niggaz who ain't told, yeah the real never fold

Goofy niggaz either clout chase or they troll

Heart cold, igloo, give me green, mildew

I don't mean food when I say I that I want a meal too

I just count my blessings, they can be gone in a second

That can be all you get like a nigga playing tekken

Keep a lethal weapon, Mel, stressing, I just light a "L"

Damn they told a lie, they said the good always prevail

Trying to stay on track like a train on rail

A lot of niggaz in my hood Zack, save by the bell

Born on the west side of hell, gotta wait, like a scale

To see if you stand the test of time or fail

I’m from the land of the trill

Keep mind on a mill

All a nigga trying to do is get this paper

I’m just dying to live

Niggaz dying in the field

Tell my homies in the sky I’ll see you later

The good die young and all I feel is pain

The sun gone shine and all feel is rain

And I can’t let no nigga get the best of me

I keep that heater next to me

I drop down to my knees and pray the lord just keep on blessing me yeah