Richie Rich - Die Young lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] (Jack) Listen, time never phase me, yo Still got the crazy flow Sleep till the sun go Dressed when the night come I remember the leather task force & Fila two tones Girlfriend 14, her moms and her pops gone I was 13, my pops in a state dorm Moms on her own, felt her pain, but she stayed strong No education, no job to retire On the Mob, I was selling coke two years prior In the sixth grade, black and grey suede Pums' on Stay fresh, but I only trap to bring food home Out here hustlin', but I'm nothing like the lames you've known sh**'s easy, survival was the sk** I've honed I'm not dreaming no more, I'm already grown & the road I took so dark, can't find my way back to 'em But you're always in my heart So I made that song & when it seems to fall apart You should play that for 'em [Hook X2: The Jacka] They say the good die young And he taketh away If n***as talking they don't live it Then they're forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me father They forced my hand [Verse 2: Berner] Your girl want to pay me, yo Pull her let eighty go Hit Billboard, no play on the radio I do it for my mom and my homeboys too Rest in peace Pretty Black, Roger, and Pum They took Phil too soon When I got that news I was counting out cash in a hotel room I felt sick to my stomach We ain't take that trip I was only nine when my dad's place got hit I watch my daughter sleep Think, Lord keep me around I know these haters can't stand seeing me smile I'mma live New whip, White leather and all And I make a few mill, every year in the fall Light deps too, yeah, I was on back then Black leather coats, gold ropes, big chrome rims In '08, we were running the game And when I die I pray to god they remember my name [Hook X2: The Jacka] They say the good die young And he taketh away If n***as talking they don't live it Then they're forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me father They forced my hand [Verse 3: Richie Rich] Jack look Got it for the low low Been getting dough dough You know where it comes from I know where it go though Why they call me double When really I'm solo I got cinco Only somebody call ocho Hustling on parole n***a I'm loco Never seen my face But recognize the vocal I ate with Russell Simmons So how could i be local But a lot of that bullsh** I just couldn't go for Sipping on patron Thinking bout my bro bro The gave him thirty years and all i got is a photo Last time i seen this n***a we was wearing polo They found thirty ducks in the trunk of his Volvo sh** is real When you're out here in the field Got me teaching my boy how to lock and load steel I know it hurts Buts sh** too scared go to church And all this cosmic slop i think about my n***a Lurch [Hook X2: The Jacka] They say the good die young And he taketh away If n***as talking they don't live it Then they're forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me father They forced my hand