00:13I'm in London, y'all
00:14I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
00:16Stud ten toes down to my Balenciaga
00:19He ran out on a nigga, that's a shout out, shout out
00:23Cold hearted nigga with the blocker, blocker
00:26Gotta keep it on me, I wanna die young
00:29I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
00:32I'ma gon' post bail, just look at my wrist
00:35Tell me why the legends always gotta die quick
00:38When I'm in traffic, gotta slide with the beam on me
00:41Cause I keep out ten racks, bustin' out the jeans on me
00:44Nigga be hatin' how rich it's all about the cream, homie
00:47If I ever get caught like it, they gon' slide
00:50Ever since I got the rollie, I ain't got the time
00:53Flawless diamond niggas can't ever block the shine
00:56They know I'm ballin' in the city like the Rosen
00:59Gotta keep my niggas round me, I can't do the wrong friend
01:02I was knockin' down walls, now they're closin' in
01:05Hopped off the porch and then I hopped inside the Porsche
01:08Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma be the main court
01:11Whip the rolls like a young nigga made for it
01:14I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
01:16Stud ten toes down to my Balenciaga
01:19He ran out on a nigga, that's a shout-out, shout-out
01:23Cold-hearted nigga with the blocker, blocker
01:26Gotta keep it on me, I wanna die young
01:28I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
01:32I'ma gon' post bail, just look at my wrist
01:35Tell me why the legends always gotta die quick
01:38Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happen
01:41Me and my dawgs, we was bustin' out them bandos
01:44Count out them hundreds, then we throw it in the mattresses
01:47Wrappin' in plastic and throw it in the attic
01:50I be in the streets nigga, I stand ten toes
01:53Any nigga in my situation would've been four
01:56We was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfold
01:59Gotta stay out the way, that's why I'm always high on the tenfold
02:02We was fightin' fed cases, remember I was two and O
02:05Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow
02:08I was down below, but still I always kept my head up
02:11Nigga gotta get my bread up, I don't wanna die young
02:14I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
02:16Stud ten toes down to my Balenciaga
02:19He ran out on a nigga, that's a shot, shot, shot
02:23Cold-hearted nigga with the blocker, blocker
02:26Gotta keep it on me, I wanna die young
02:28I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
02:32I'ma gon' post bail, just look at my wrist
02:35Tell me why the legends always gotta die
02:44You can name me, I gotta die young
02:45I'ma gon' post bail, just look at them
02:45You can hear something, I can hear something
02:45On the fly, just look at her
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