I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with oneStill ten toes down in my BalenciagasHe ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shottaCold hearted nigga with that blocka, blockaGotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die youngI rather be judged by twelve, than carried by sixI'ma go post bail, just look at my wristTell 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 meNiggas be hating, I'm rich, it's all about the cream homieIf I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slideEver since I got the Rollie, I ain't got the timeFlawless diamonds, niggas can't never block the shineThey know I'm ballin' in the city like DeRozanGotta keep my niggas 'round me, I can't do the wrong friendsI was knockin' down walls, now they closin' inHopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, ayeFuck being the side nigga, I'ma be the main courtWhipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for itI ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with oneStill ten toes down in my BalenciagasHe ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shottaCold hearted nigga with that blocka, blockaGotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die youngI rather be judged by twelve, than carried by sixI'ma go post bail, just look at my wristTell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happenMe and my dogs, we was bussin' out them bandosCount out them hunnids then we throw it in the mattressWrap it in plastic, and throw it in the atticI be in the streets nigga, I stand ten toesAny nigga in my situation woulda been foldWe was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfoldGotta stay out the way, that's why I'm always on it, tenfoldWe was fighting fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0Nigga was fightin' the pressure, sippin' syrup, I was movin' slowI was down below, but still, I always kept my head upNigga gotta get my bread up, I don't wanna die young, no, no, noI ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with oneStill ten toes down in my BalenciagasHe ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shottaCold hearted nigga with that blocka, blockaGotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die youngI rather be judged by twelve, than carried by sixI'ma go post bail, just look at my wristTell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?