Die Young Lyrics

Die Young - Roddy Ricch

...

[Intro]

We got London on the track

I'm in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus]

I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one

Stood toes down in my Balenciagas

He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta

Cold hearted nigga, wet that blocka, blocka

Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

How I'm gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist

Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?

[Verse 1]

When I'm in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me

Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin' out the jeans on me

Niggas be hating, I'm rich, it’s all about the cream homie

If I ever get caught lackin', they gon’ slide

Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain’t got the time

Flawless diamonds, niggas can’t never block the shine

They know I’m ballin' in the city like DeRozan

Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, I can’t do the wrong friend

I was knockin’ down walls, now they closin’ in

Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye

Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma be the main course

Whipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for it

[Chorus]

I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one

Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas

He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta

Cold hearted nigga with that blocka, blocka

Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

How I'm gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist

Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?

[Verse 2]

Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happen

Me and my dogs, we was bussin' out them bandos

Count out them hunnids then we throw it in the mattress

Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic

I be in the streets nigga, I stand ten toes

Any nigga in my situation woulda been fold

We was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfold

Gotta stay out the way, that's why I'm always behind the tint for

We was fighting fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0

Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin’ syrup, I was movin' slow

I was down below, but still, I always kept my head up

Nigga gotta get my bread up, I don’t wanna die young

No, no, no

[Chorus]

I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one

Stood toes down in my Balenciagas

He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta

Cold hearted nigga with that blocka, blocka

Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young

I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

How I'm gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist

Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?