I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted nigga 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
I’ma go 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 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, 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, aye
Fuck being the side nigga, I’ma be the main court
Whipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for it (Read Full Lyrics Here)