Roddy Ricch - Die Young lyrics

I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a n***a, that’s a shotta, shotta Cold hearted n***a, wet that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I'm 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 n***as be hating, 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, n***as can’t never block the shine They know I’m ballin' in the city like DeRozan Gotta keep my n***as '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, aye f** being the side n***a, I'ma be the main course Whipped the Rolls like a young n***a made for it I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a n***a, that’s a shotta, shotta Cold hearted n***a with that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I'm 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 n***a, I stand ten toes Any n***a in my situation woulda 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 fighting fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0 n***a was fightin' depression, sippin’ syrup, I was movin' slow I was down below, but still, I always kept my head up n***a 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 toes down in my Balenciagas He ran down on a n***a, that’s a shotta, shotta Cold hearted n***a with that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How I'm gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?