DIE RICCH (feat. Yk Dee)

Yk had told me earlier
This shit don't feel like a possibility no more
This shit starting to feel like a definite
No Bap I feel you
I feel you sta

Ion wanna die young just rich like I'm Roddy
Used to have four O'z on me just like a Audi
I was running thru da streets I aint know what to do
Started hangin wit some killers that was shiesty like pooh
Geeked up off the honey like Winne The Pooh
With my dawg like Steve had to get me some blues
Gotta cherish good times only had a few
Hidden scares you don't know what a nigga been through

They aint wanna take that risk to get these bands
Thats why they money short just like attention spans
Gunz stay with the choppa Edward scissor hands
Shoot the funeral up he don't give a damn
Talking hot that's a bad move
Spin your block wet it up that's a dead pool
Sneakers Christian but i politic with devils
I'm that nigga bitches cant get next too huh?
Hardly seen but I'm always noticed
Starve distractions and i feel my focus
Flexing on em like I'm Hulk Hogan
This shit turn me to a monster
Cant trust no eater all they really want is sponsors
It be your own blood that don't wanna see you win
They wanna see you do good just not better than them
It be your own blood that don't wanna see you win
Wanna see you do good just not better than them

Ion wanna die young just rich like I'm Roddy
Used to have four O'z on me just like a Audi
I was running thru da streets I aint know what to do
Started hangin wit some killers that was shiesty like pooh
Geeked up off the honey like Winne The Pooh
With my dawg like Steve had to get me some blues
Gotta cherish good times only had a few
Hidden scares you dont know what a nigga been through

A Nigga been through it aint looking for settling
I know what I'm doing that's why i been ahead of them
Like 4 5 6 I trip and rip these dice up
And on my hip a Glock 45th I wifed her
I been the nigga that they talking about
I let them sit and pop they shit cause we aint talking it out
I told Gunz bring them drums through
It aint a bitch i done hit we aint run through
snatching on her frontal
I'm the chosen one
rose need to order one
Patek we gon order them
Bouta get my daughter some
Take it we gon slaughter them
I'm proud to be my mothers son
Have you ever seen a dead body when its flowing up
Coming from a place where they don't love you
But they say they do
Feeling out of space this pocket rocket gotta spray uh two
And I'm on the chase I'm tryna run up in a day or two
Life is like a race better gamble better play it too

Ion wanna die young just rich like I'm Roddy
Used to have four O'z on me just like a Audi
I was running thru da streets I aint know what to do
Started hangin wit some killers that was shiesty like pooh
Geeked up off the honey like Winne The Pooh
With my dawg like Steve had to get me some blues
Gotta cherish good times only had a few
Hidden scares you don't know what a nigga been through



Credits
Writer(s): Rondell Burroughs
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