Lyrics:
you gon' die tryin to "Get Rich"
I spit sick, my lungs' disease is from Asia
My LP's a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasia's
Roy Jones, knock opponents
The men in blue, don't think I'm good
I dress like any other guy
The question is to live of die
I can tell we're in hell, dipped in genocide
No
this place
So I can burn in peace
I just want to be put back together
If the good die young,
Then I will live forever
I'd sell my soul to let
ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so
Modern-day segregation, in these streets we roam
Heart-breakin', to see my brother die by the face of the chrome
My ace be leasin' up-state, doin' seven
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
Berlin to L.A.
So quickly I realized, without fans we can't exist
'Cause they will stand by our side in good times or in bad
Thanks from all the metal
Stay young and never have to lose you
But I've got a feeling that I
I got so busy getting by
That I forgot how to be the good guy
Cos I all seem to do
written in the margins
Cuz music was the remedy
The teachers were the enemies
They tried to do better by me
But they had a vendetta against me
Young
And yeah i'm x rated
I met her on a Thursday
We fucking by The Weeknd
I'm a die a young legend
She wanna be my Chrissy Teigen
Bring it to my pace now
redbull
You must be an angel the feathers from your wings took me to Heaven
God is number 1 Hustle is 3 You're number 2 and I'm liable to die young if you
of strippers and blow though
Prolly needs a whole second hoping to sell those
So if I die young
That's all the bell tolls
And money in my pocket handy and that's
by myself this nigga tried to press me...like 10 deep I ain't think he was gone catch me...but I die for a nigga disrespect me....rather get my ass
any day is good for me to go and kill a ho
so fuck the money, mo murder mo murder mo
and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street
but freddy's bitch-ass is
would He, would He have spared us all if He'd been more kind?
most never find what they need
plagued by free will, they watch their spirits die
you
left on read
If God don’t hear me then I’m good as dead
I’m lost and I'm weary and I can’t comprehend
Where my light gone go
How my life gone end
If I
when two rights make a wrong
when people live to fast the surely die to young
and so it drops down on my soul like a bomb
who'd ever think we kept
and klopse
Children are abandoned growing up in foster
The good die young because they're lives are shorter
So I guess that the wicked live longer
But don't
We used to top up the electric by a meter
We used to have a photograph taped to the freezer
Of the three young brothers
When they were teenage
But they starving for some change
That's hunger games
They want me to fall
Stay down and die
Instead
I use the hate they throw at me
To fashion wings
look like
Whoever holding the shotgun
Dead bodies everywhere
Jet before the cops come
Killers drive-by cold
Like the Good Humor man
But fuck an ice-cream
die
This stress is taking me out
But it's good to be alive
I'm kind of crazy
No Shasta daisy
My mind is hazy
"K6 is always clouded"
I say damn right
ex is fucking dead to me in the casket
All I wanted was to live young, die faster
Baby you and me is heaven
I don't care what's after
I'm confessin' in
Yes, I grind, my lines, the reason why
I can't even look up in the
Mirror and feel good about myself, uh
God bless a man that holds his own
And I'm
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