Chinx - Die Young lyrics

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(Hook x2)

If I dieieieieie

Probably die as a young nigga

Probably die as a young nigga

(Post-Hook)

If I die, just look into the sky

I ain’t even gon’ lie, tell my niggas don’t cry bout nothin'

Oh, Montana

If there’s somethin' on my mind, I was busy tryin' to find

I was drunk gettin' high with my guys didn't care 'bout nothin'

Whoa

(Verse: French Montana)

Eva since the first hit me up, I wasn't supposed to live

Still on the block gettin' money where I’m supposed to live

Want to see my casket shine on mama’s front row

Tears in her eyes, heart bleeding, the boy have to go

I can see Puff tellin' Ross, Yela was a legend

I can see my baby mama mad at erry freshman

And I’d be mad

Turnin' up fo' my nigga 'til they put me in the casket

(Hook)

(Post-Hook)

(Verse 2: Zack Kharbouch)

Sucks hangin', we just some young niggas

Out the bottom, got it from crumbs nigga

Now it’s 250 in the slum nigga

Pocket full and this shit for fun nigga

Say neva know! All this shit a nigga seen, I’ll neva fold

May neva know, niggas claimin' like a lawyer, probably tellin' though

Young niggas out here let the blammer go

Mixin' mud with the smoke, I’m paranoid

Got a couple kittens that’s down to go

And when they cum I’ll be there minin' coal

Suckas livin' a lie

Out here blessin' all my niggas and I’m livin' the life

Got a couple foreign bitches and they put up a fight

If I told you what I know I’m probably doin' a life

Fuck these fuck niggas, we don’t run with em

Hatin' bitches, man I’m done with em

Live fast and die young nigga

Know the consequences come with it

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Chinx)

Look, rose up out that dirt wearin' holy clothes

Most niggas love to hate you, man you don’t need those niggas

How we gon’ cleanse our body of these sins?

When our only concern was reing up and ridin' rims

Sold white that wasn’t good fo' cookin'

Teacher used to say that I’d amount to nothin'

Kept the work up in that kitchen covered

Whipped it like I baked it in that easy oven

Everybody pick their poison, Islamic or Christian

Buddhas to Jewish, every religion is Judas

Nigga due to all my circumstances

Had no choice but roll the dice, had to take them chances

Till my homies leave the can they just tuna fish

No money yours, it's fo' the fam, just get through the shit

Young'ns dyin' nowadays dressed up in the ghetto

The struggle up out the system, these crackers turn you to Gepetto

I’m loadin' up in that hoopty to catch a 187

I flipped and got me a Rolex, preacher got the same Bezel

What the fuck, some nights I couldn’t sleep cause Satan woke me up

Been through shit that make you cry, have you choking up

Find yourself in the darkest places loadin' them 9s

Tryin' to grip your mind, searchin', you search what you find

Came up with jack shit up out that wishin' well

Left with this black skin and a digital scale

I pray I be ok when I grow up a little bigger

If I don’t, tell my babies daddy was a real nigga

(Hook)