we got london on the track
i’m in london got my beat from london
i ain’t tryna die young so i gotta ride with one
stood ten toes down in my balenciaga ayy
he ran down on a nigga thats a shotta shotta
coldhearted nigga with the blockablocka
gotta keep it on me i don’t wanna die young
i rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
how am i gon’ post bail just look at my wrist
tell me why the legends always gotta die quick
when i’m in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me
’cause i keep ’bout ten racks bussin’ out the jeans on me
niggas be hatin’ i’m rich it’s all about the cream homie
if i ever get caught lackin’ they gon’ slide
ever since i got the rollie i ain’t got the time
flawless diamonds niggas can’t never block the shine
they know i’m ballin’ in the city like derozan
gotta keep my niggas ’round me i can’t do the wrong friends
i was knockin’ down walls now they closin’ in
hopped off the porch and then i hopped inside the porsche ayy
fuck being the side nigga i’ma be the main course
whipped the rolls like a young nigga made for it
i ain’t tryna die young so i gotta ride with one
stood ten toes down in my balenciaga ayy
he ran down on a nigga thats a shotta shotta
coldhearted nigga with the blockablocka
gotta keep it on me i don’t wanna die young
i rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
how am i gon’ post bail just look at my wrist
tell me why the legends always gotta die quick
tryna get my bag i had to go and make it happen
me and my dogs we was bussin’ out them bandos
count out them hunnids then we throw it in the mattress
wrap it in plastic and throw it in the attic
i be in the streets nigga i stand ten toes
any nigga in my situation would’ve been fold
we was trappin’ out the basement made it back tenfold
gotta stay out the way that’s why i’m always behind the tint for
we was fightin’ fed cases ‘member i was and 0
nigga was fightin’ depression sippin’ syrup i was movin’ slow
i was down below but still i always kept my head up
nigga gotta get my bread up i don’t wanna die young
no no no
i ain’t tryna die young so i gotta ride with one
stood ten toes down in my balenciaga
he ran down on a nigga thats a shotta shotta
coldhearted nigga with the blockablocka
gotta keep it on me i don’t wanna die young
i rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
how am i gon’ post bail just look at my wrist
tell me why the legends always gotta die quick
Artist: Roddy Ricch
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 264