Chorus
I ain’t tryna die young,
so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
He ran down on a nigga,
that’s a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted nigga,
with tha blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I
don’t wanna die young
I rather be judged by
twelve, than carried by si
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
F k being the side nigga,
I'ma be the main course
Whipped the Rolls like a
young n a made for it
Chorus
I ain’t tryna die young,
so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
He ran down on a nigga,
that’s a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted n a with
that blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I
don’t wanna die young
I rather be judged by
twelve, than carried by si
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 n a 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
n a was fightin' depression,
sippin’ syrup, I was movin' slow
I was down below, but still,
I always kept my head up
n a 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
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
He ran down on a nigga,
that’s a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted n a with
that blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I
don’t wanna die young
I rather be judged by
twelve, than carried by si
How I'm gon' post bail?
Just look at my wrist
Tell me, why the legends
always gotta die quick?
