Lyrics:
aint care nothing about life or death
I'd rather die tonight because I hate myself
Boy I was born with pain I can't shake it
And my headspace was
die young when you drop
So bitches at your funeral pop
I told 'em, no I'd rather take my time
Stack mine and go out on top
Man the sun shine
yourself, that's that self love
That nightlife means nothing
I'd rather sit by the campfire, tell some funny stories, maybe break a couple bones
Ran away from
Bitch im high
Pour a glass
Its always 5
From the basement
Touch the sky
Man we shouldnt
Be this high
Can't see the hate
When you fly by
I was young when
When I think back it was me, junior, t-bone, lil 90, lil say, and lil frenchie
Rather get caught with it den caught without it so I gotta move with
area
I’d rather be judged by 12 then let 6 of em carry ya
I understand that you been playing all my songs
And you’re confused when strangers will not
Game time! You know that I'm ready
cnd you know that I'm known for leading dreams
It's Young Kelzies from the Circle!
It's Markell from the Circle!
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
to my mother
I swear when my momma dies, that's when I'mma die
Fuck bitches get money, Young Money go hard
Skate hard, big B's no honey
Got that drop
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
What's up with bitches trying to screw me?
Do me 'cause I did a movie
Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
Rather die than let ya play me
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
that love bought you clothes?
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Bills fly higher every day
We receive much lower pay
I'd rather stay young, go
Young age way before I even realized
What Hip-Hop really was initially
Not too many
People really believed in me like talking
About it but my best friend,
My girl stressing
She's watching as I dies slow
She loves me with her eyes closed
Peeking through a blindfold
I would rather die young
Than live a life
one of three things man
It's like, you either gotta make it
Get locked up
Or you gotta die young, shit wicked
Man that's how that shit been man
Shit
through to kill, old die off, new die young
Either way, we're all still humans who bug the fuck out, it sucks
I wish, wereally could listen to our hearts
second intercepted
By the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters
I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker
It's time
I get fly
the by-product of the higher speeds of overthinking that went on in my mind
So bad at times I even wanted to die
You know what lifted me up?
Remember Richard was
probably never shed a tear for me
I aint tryna die young so I gotta keep a gun for a fuck nigga ever try killing me
All this karma feel like the devil tryna
man aint got time to be scared
They told me there was no hope nigga
Rather die than to stay broke nigga
Shit ain’t sweet like swishers
Life’s a bitch so
I can tell you second guessing
If I die young I pray you get left with my message
Dreaming too big and so vivid that I felt shit
Jugging and finessing
rather see me get shot up or dead
Before they see a young Nigga make it
I really put blood sweat and tears in this shit really
Really put some years In
fiending for pussy, that's gon' be the reason they die by a hoe
Hell no, I can't die by a bitch
I'm taking the phone, she hop in the wood. I ain't dropping
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