Die Young

Im'a get these racks don't wanna die young
Mommy know she with me she got my love
Promise you won't snake me out of my trust

Diamond in the rough
Never catch me with no powder in my blunt
You gon' catch me wit the pilot going up
Semi auto got it tucked
I was broke and couldn't put up for no blunt
Now I'm paying niggas tax to smoke the runts
If you broke go run it up
Information bout yo gang you gave it up
Now yo dogs all in the cages like a mut
You a rat you not my blood
They ain't give it I just grabbed out the mud
Now I'm boutta go spend racks all on a flood
Made my first rack off the plug
I lost niggas I started with from the start
Now I rock designer yea that brand new Saint Laurant
Tell em free my brothers can't see em behind them bars
I just want this money to give all it too my mom
Gucci headband but not the Soulja one
I been goin up it feel like I'm the chosen one
You want some money in my hood you better open up
I couldn't trip over no groupie had to focus up

Now my sneakers they be Gucci when I'm rollin up
We caught a opp and smoked his ass it's time to roll up em up
They got me bag up in my bag I had to focus up
I know my opps wan smoke me bad go tell them choke on one
I know my opps wan smoke me bad because I'm going up
I was broke and on my ass couldn't even open up
And to relax I pour this lean inside my coffee cup
I want maybach's these niggas want me in a coffin stuck

Ima get these racks don't wanna die young
Mama know she wit me she got my love
Promise you won't snake me outta my trust
I can't put no powder up in my blunt
They said Jai died I closed my eyes cause I just can't believe it
Even though it's been some time I still ain't wanna see it
Never dum but felt like algebra I never needed
I had to go do presentations I kept failing regents
I keep taking medication for own reasons
I won't beg no one to stay because I don't need em
Ain't no angels in my hood them niggas all demons
Put 3 chains around my neck I got them all freezing
Drop the top on that new coupe so they could all see me
Don't want Si's inside my chain no I want all Vvs
How you call that boy ya dog when you don't feed em
Sometimes this life get too fucked up wish I could call Jesus
Like a chair these niggas folding up
I had to to quit them triple 3s they had me throwing up
She threw 2 pills inside her drink and watched them floated up
I was running from police and fucked my forces up

Now my sneakers they be Gucci when I'm rollin up
We caught a opp and smoked his ass it's time to roll up em up
They got me bag up in my bag I had to focus up
I know my opps wan smoke me bad go tell them choke on one
I know my opps wan smoke me bad because I'm going up
I was broke and on my ass couldn't even open up
And to relax I pour this lean inside my coffee cup
I want maybach's these niggas want me in a coffin stuck

Oh oh oh
Ima get these racks don't wanna die
Ima get these racks don't wanna die
Ima get these racks don't wanna die young
Don't wanna die
Don't wanna die
This for my brother in the sky
I can't believe he had to die