Thurow Bars - Die Tryna Live lyrics
rate me[Hook]
My young boy just drove by in a stolen car
Just another nigga out here going hard
Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire
He got the devil on his back and he sell fire
Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product
Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products
He say a prayer before he leave the crib
Cause you can die for how you tryina leave
I say a prayer before I leave the crib
Niggas hating on me, that’s just how it is
I’m from the streets bitch, fuck the music bizz
Deal or no deal, I’m still gonn drive the newest whips
Yes, more men to silence, now I’m fucking this bitch
Where every neighborhood got a money making mitch
And we all know how much he love the game
Getting money, paying bills nigga, fucking gang
For my mama I do anything
If you ain’t feeding family, you’s a fuckin lame
For my fam I risk it all, I know what you thinking, so typical
But I don’t really gotta risk shit
Cause luckily, me and my niggas ball
I had to get the devil off my back
But this motherfucker keep on coming back
These lil niggas out here living the thug life
Sentenced them to 30 years, that boy threatened that judge life
[Hook]
My young boy just drove by in a stolen car
Just another nigga out here going hard
Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire
He got the devil on his back and he sell fire
Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product
Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products
He say a prayer before he leave the crib
Cause you can die for how you tryina leave
I’m just a product of my enviroinment
In my city, I got stripes on some tiger shit
That pistol put a lot of niggas in retirement
That dirty money get washed, then we iron it
These bitches tryina sell dreams and I ain’t buying it
Seeing a hunned thousand cash is so inspiring
Sometimes I feel somebody watching me
It’s probably the same motherfuckers who’s tryina copy me
Yeah, now everybody digging me
Windows up, now everybody history
Everybody rappin, everybodty in the industry
I swear to god, gun to my head
These niggas killin me
They say thurow keep spittin hood lines
Throwing dollars at strippers, definition of good times
It’s been bad so long, now it’s the good life
Enjoying ever second
Cause how I’m living, I could die
[Hook]
My young boy just drove by in a stolen car
Just another nigga out here going hard
Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire
He got the devil on his back and he sell fire
Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product
Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products
He say a prayer before he leave the crib
Cause you can die for how you tryina leave.
