Di3 Young by TryB3GOD Lyrics
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
One hand dries eyes other hand rise my gun
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
Peers lie under high grass
Wonder when my time comes....
Swear to God when I make it
I won't give you niggas much
Cause I did it by myself I ain't really give a fuck
I was looking for the love
Not a feeling not a touch came across
Fuck that your loss
Now I'm the cuts getting higher than the Lord
I'ma live it up while they lying in the morgue
Open up some doors how I come at this DAW
I ain't worried bout no feelings bitch fuck that it's yours
I could flip a switch and start dropping hits
I seen you work your whole life and haven't gotten shit
I could laugh but I'm focused on this cash
2020 money coming fast and I will not be last
I was birthed to be first, I'm a King of this class
And I know it hurt that my dreams didn't crash
I see them serpents like a sniper
Stepping with my demons over vipers
Hanging with a heathen getting higher
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
One hand dries eyes other hand rise my gun
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
Peers lie under high grass
Wonder when my time comes....
Word to mother I don't understand what these bitches plan
How you have a nigga baby and don't know that I'm the man
I was hurt, how you turnt, I ain't really get a chance
Now I can't trust these bitches worth damn
Fuck I'm posed to do
I ain't chasing down no love, I want loot
I'm from New York are you dumb, I want boots
Hand in my drawers, sweating on my gun with my balls
Heaven might not come when I fall
Fuck it tho I'm woke, see them Jezebels on approach
Tell em hop off my dick for I stick in they throat
And don't come around me now if you ain't kick it with me broke
I been rolling up this sticky tryna figure me a flow
What I wanted was a loan and a mothafucking home
But I'm glad I didn't get it, what I got is my own
See they shit can get diminished
Seen them topple they throne
And I'm in it till I finish, I can rock in my zone
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
One hand dries eyes other hand rise my gun
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
Peers lie under high grass
Wonder when my time comes....
Ain't no capping how it happened
I been working on this outcome
While niggas out here wrapping up they tracks I got albums
My trigger ain't been clapped, I might go a year without guns
Thank God I can chill without one
Had to come back on you kiddies
Feel like Griffey in the clutch
Chick miss me with the bullshit an lick on this Dutch
Dump my heart into this music and lose it
You foolish to think I would ever confuse it
I do this..
Word
Nigga what you heard?
I been out here going back and forth like a serve
Speaking up a business, don't witness, observe
Couple thousand on my neck man this shit for the birds..
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
One hand dries eyes other hand rise my gun
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
Peers lie under high grass
Wonder when my time comes....
Swear to God when I make it
I won't give you niggas much
Cause I did it by myself I ain't really give a fuck
I was looking for the love
Not a feeling not a touch came across
Fuck that your loss
Now I'm the cuts getting higher than the Lord
I'ma live it up while they lying in the morgue
Open up some doors how I come at this DAW
I ain't worried bout no feelings bitch fuck that it's yours
I could flip a switch and start dropping hits
I seen you work your whole life and haven't gotten shit
I could laugh but I'm focused on this cash
2020 money coming fast and I will not be last
I was birthed to be first, I'm a King of this class
And I know it hurt that my dreams didn't crash
I see them serpents like a sniper
Stepping with my demons over vipers
Hanging with a heathen getting higher
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
One hand dries eyes other hand rise my gun
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
Peers lie under high grass
Wonder when my time comes....
Word to mother I don't understand what these bitches plan
How you have a nigga baby and don't know that I'm the man
I was hurt, how you turnt, I ain't really get a chance
Now I can't trust these bitches worth damn
Fuck I'm posed to do
I ain't chasing down no love, I want loot
I'm from New York are you dumb, I want boots
Hand in my drawers, sweating on my gun with my balls
Heaven might not come when I fall
Fuck it tho I'm woke, see them Jezebels on approach
Tell em hop off my dick for I stick in they throat
And don't come around me now if you ain't kick it with me broke
I been rolling up this sticky tryna figure me a flow
What I wanted was a loan and a mothafucking home
But I'm glad I didn't get it, what I got is my own
See they shit can get diminished
Seen them topple they throne
And I'm in it till I finish, I can rock in my zone
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
One hand dries eyes other hand rise my gun
I didn't die young
So I must not be good
Am I misunderstood
Peers lie under high grass
Wonder when my time comes....
Ain't no capping how it happened
I been working on this outcome
While niggas out here wrapping up they tracks I got albums
My trigger ain't been clapped, I might go a year without guns
Thank God I can chill without one
Had to come back on you kiddies
Feel like Griffey in the clutch
Chick miss me with the bullshit an lick on this Dutch
Dump my heart into this music and lose it
You foolish to think I would ever confuse it
I do this..
Word
Nigga what you heard?
I been out here going back and forth like a serve
Speaking up a business, don't witness, observe
Couple thousand on my neck man this shit for the birds..