Lyrics:
thing I cop to blow
Gangsta-playa paper-chasin break a bitch like young
No tongue get em sprung from the game I run
One in a million with this pimpin
It's been awhile since I've graced the stage
Allow me to now turn the page, I got a story for you
It's about a young R.e.D writing rap songs
Nine
Eighteen
Twenty seven
Thirty six
Fourty five
Fifty four
Sixty three
Seventy two
Eighty one, bitch
I got nine lives
I got nine lives
Nine
I feel the cold on my spine
I feel the coldness of my rhyme
I'm not cold by design
but i'm dead inside
Too Young To OD
I'll drop this ecstasy
I will
young
Do it even matter where I'm from
Trying to be a role model to my sons
And make it home safe like a home run
See why we always gotta die young
Do it
still don't feel me
Damn
It's just a lullaby, yeah
Sometimes you just gotta say bye
(I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young) yeah
(Put me
die
Could never die when you're living in my life
Imagine how it be to jam out when I hold the mic
Flow was shaky for a long while as a young child
Now
the iron
I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny
My homeboy devil from the hcg and young side trey r.i.p
From the etg and oh yeah
Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second coming
Humming coming
until I die
Put my name up through the sky
Grey rag around my head
Nine Deuce until I'm dead
I gotta date a boss
I'm too dominant baby
Young king they
I used to roll the dice until a young Nigga pride died
Thought bout cooking up but I'm leave all that to five guys
Lil bro walking up cuz he got
And this is fun
(I'm binge drinking with Judy Garland)
I just wanna die young
Maybe at 27
I wanna grow up to die young
I'm gonna die young, yes sir, I
One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I
Yeah
It's young seven
They got me down
They got me real down
They got me down
Tryna better them while I'm trynna to better me
Mixed the truth with
advantage until the crowd go bananas
What a rush, I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread, I inherited
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
friends richer
Before we laying in the hole
Woah man I still feel alone
My family gone and that shit said in stone
The good die young the evil living
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
Yeah, ah, oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,
foolish charm
It only causes harm
Oh my god
My heavens!
I forgot to mention
Think I saw
Three sevens
I might need a second
Don't you know
You got me
Fucking
picking and choosing
Imma young nigga that get to them bannies
I’ll be damned if i let ya ass jam me
25 Shells flying outta the ruga
I was born and turnt
Until these rich white ladies decide that they might like rap
I'll fire back with a slight eye mack
On divorcees while they like to ask is
“Why define me
here
Yo, it's six million ways to die from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's ten P.M., where your seeds at?
I wanna be young
For the rest of my life
Never say no
Try anything twice
'Til the angels come
And ask me to fly
I'm gonna be 18
Until I die
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