Die Tryin' (feat. Soul-G)

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Cheyenne Taylor

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Tired of working 9-5, I hope I get this shit yeah before I die
Cause I been at it nonstop and I won't stop got to make it count
Working overtime, all the time 'fore my heart stops
So it's f*ck 'em all, like a king I'ma have it all
I'ma have it all, I'ma ball like I'm Chris Paul
It don't matter what they say, going MIA
Fly high like paper planes
I'ma get it die trying like Soul-G
And Chy Tay

I remember all the times when I had none
Just a youngin' coming from the block ain't had love
All I knew I had to do was run my bag up
Did this shit on my own had no backup
All that pressure getting to me, feel it in my chest
I cut ties I ain't really fucking with them ends
Remember sleepless nights, I ain't get no fucking rest
All I know is stack my money, and I go invest
I kicked the ladder now I'm out of reach
I talk to God, practiced what I preach
I move in silence, put my phone on DND don't like to speak
Running over every single one of my problems
This FN really know how to solve it
I just pray to God I get some peace
I'm gon' reach the highest peaks, best believe I put that on my momma
I'm just trying to chase the commas
Watch me go hard and ball around the globe, like a globetrotter
Yeah

Tired of working 9-5, I hope I get this shit yeah before I die
Cause I been at it nonstop and I won't stop got to make it count
Working overtime, all the time 'fore my heart stops
So it's f*ck 'em all, like a king I'ma have it all
I'ma have it all, I'ma ball like I'm Chris Paul
It don't matter what they say, going MIA
Fly high like paper planes
I'ma get it die trying like Soul-G
And Chy Tay

Looking at it from a different angle
All my friends turned to strangers
Got my mask on and I'm ready for danger
I had that bag since ground zero, wasn't counting no favors
Took control of the hustle and that made me a player
Hallow points at your halo
We gon' turn you to an angel
Best believe I put a hole in you like a bagel
Who gon' save you, best believe it's too late
Cause my homies gon' earn their stars and stripes, make you sing the Star Spangled
Me and gang locked in, Young Soul and Chy Tay
Never bend I take that shit to the grave
I ain't an actor, but I stick to the script
Can't sugarcoat it, I'm the boss dawg making one move and they flinch
R.I.P. to all my soldiers, kept it real off the rip
All of them others leeching off me like a dog and a tick
My homies in the grave, I pour the Hennessey 'fore I sip
You speaking on them be like flirting with death
That bitch gon' blow you a kiss
I'd do anything to see them again
When I found out that you passed, I damn near flipped
And everything that I'm doing is just all for the clique
And I'ma stack my chips
I'ma take that risk, so I could say I'm rich
I ain't never been no bitch
I do this for my kids, I ain't even have them yet
I'ma name them after all the homies that I miss
I know I make it when I take my shot
Cause like a sharpshooter, I don't ever miss

Tired of working 9-5, I hope I get this shit yeah before I die
Cause I been at it nonstop and I won't stop got to make it count
Working overtime, all the time 'fore my heart stops
So it's f*ck 'em all, like a king I'ma have it all
I'ma have it all, I'ma ball like I'm Chris Paul
It don't matter what they say, going MIA
Fly high like paper planes
I'ma get it die trying like Soul-G
And Chy Tay

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