Roddy (feat. Lil Spacely)

Yeah, I don't want to die young
I don't want to die young
I don't want to die young, yeah

I don't want to die young no
(Nah)
Like Roddy said I want Balenciagas on my feet
I don't want to die young
(Nah)
Another casualty at war another victim of these streets
See I don't want to die broke, no
I want to drape my Mum in Gucci show her all the finer things
I don't want to die young
(Nah)
I want to break bread, have a toast and have a feast, yeah

(Uhh)

Growin' up, growin' up in West Sydney
(Uhh)
Always felt like a Good Kid in a M.A.A.D City
Always knew what I had to do
But I can't lie, had a blurred vision
Done some wrong, I was off the strong, hard head so I never listened
I just wanna live comfortable
Detective and them constables
Charged me with a robbery they said I done two months ago
Judge gave two and a half, done half of that now on parole
That's fifteen months I spent alone

I don't want to die young no
(Nah)
Like Roddy said I want Balenciagas on my feet
I don't want to die young
(Nah)
Another casualty at war another victim of these streets
See I don't want to die broke, no
I want to drape my Mum in Gucci show her all the finer things
I don't want to die young
(Nah)
I want to break bread, have a toast and have a feast, yeah

Bitch I'm with the gang like a mobster
Good Kid, transition to a monster
I'm the one you can call when your life on the line
You can find me in the cut like a doctor
Fuck being stuck in a cop car
Show my young niggas how to move proper
Look after your mother beside all your brothers
Don't lose your soul to the Blocka
Yeah I slide for my mufuckin' niggas
Stay 10 toes with the gang
Yeah I'll lie in the court for my nigga
(Huh)
Walk in the bitch with gang
Disrespect that's toast to your teeth
(Boom)
Pussy ain't talking again
48 hoodie that's us on the street
100 degrees in the benz

I don't want to die young no
(Nah)
Like Roddy said I want Balenciagas on my feet
I don't want to die young
(Nah)
Another casualty at war another victim of these streets
See I don't want to die broke, no
I want to drape my Mum in Gucci show her all the finer things
I don't want to die young
(Nah)
I want to break bread, have a toast and have a feast, yeah

Yeah, I don't want to die young
I don't want to die young
I don't want to die young, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Bisrat Tessema
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