Die Young lyrics

by

Neek Bucks


[Intro]
VVS Melody
I think it's made of Emeralds

[Chorus]
sh*t ain't what it seem
Tryna read between the lines and these Cartis or more lean?
Put a n*gga from around you and I won't never say a thing
How I grew up on that block you know that sh*t was hard to dream

[Post-Chorus]
They say we the opps
Why these n*ggas tryna act like we into it, when we not
Another day another homicide, I seen them bodies drop
Matter fact bro, park the car and lets get out

[Verse 1]
Multiple shots fired the news said he dead
Bro got a Glock 9, you move and you dead
I'm from the dark sidе its rules to this sh*t
A boss how they want a n*gga to lose and I didn't
Know a n*gga did somе things, I can't get around it
Bro know I can never change, keep them hittas 'round me
Keep a pole, I ain't tryna die young
All them bodies identified I couldn't doubt it
From the block where the killers die, we grew on violence
Could've not but you testified, no you ain't my n*gga
And a n*gga still here I don't know why
So much sh*t that brung tears to my eyes
[Chorus]
sh*t ain't what it seem
Tryna read between the lines and these Cartis or more lean?
Put a n*gga from around you and I won't never say a thing
How I grew up on that block you know that sh*t was hard to dream

[Post-Chorus]
They say we the opps
Why these n*ggas tryna act like we into it, when we not
Another day another homicide, I seen them bodies drop
Matter fact bro, park the car and lets get out

[Verse 2]
I think I started losin' focus 'cause I wasn't goin' up
I felt death around the corner and I had to slow it up
Smokin', Drinkin' up my problems, pop a Perc' and roll it off
I know them charges white-collar, hope my lawyer get me off
And I was tryna get a dollar, rap sh*t was movin' slow
I was standin' in my projects tryna get them nickels off
If I recall it wasn't much support, all I really had was my dogs

[Chorus]
sh*t ain't what it seem
Tryna read between the lines and these Cartis or more lean?
Put a n*gga from around you and I won't never say a thing
How I grew up on that block you know that sh*t was hard to dream
[Post-Chorus]
They say we the opps
Why these n*ggas tryna act like we into it, when we not
Another day another homicide, I seen them bodies drop
Matter fact bro, park the car and lets get out
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