G.D.Y., Pt. 1

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, uh-huh, yo [Verse 1] He could've went to Howard [?] Stayed back for the [?], school was starting He was sure that a book couldn't help Only money on the floor Serving dog food and whores Pussy was his only flaw Night on the strip He was [?] by the store with a redbone She showed her ass, he wanted more Fresh out of puberty, she had him in her claws She said "Wait a second, my name [?]" He said "Hola, they call me Bridge Paul" I run the point from here to high bridge Numero uno, I get money Member of the fly kids, gadget like Spy Kids Had a little mickey in her ride, slick with the wordplay He was turnt on a Thursday She said "Let's head to Yonkers, there's a [?] we can smoke at" He closed up his hustle, she brought up the road map Blunts in rotation, new Gucci tape in Next exit, Paul started braking Following her fragrance, shorty on the way in Stopped at a Days Inn, room keys waiting Losing all patience, gassed for the pussy He wasn't even thinking, blunts in his system Now he started drinking Walked to the car for the [?] Heard some footsteps, "Don't move" from behind yo "Pace slowly, homie move fast, get blasted We want the keys, smoke, and the cash kid" Paul said he ain't had nothing, gunman ain't buy it Then you heard [?] say "Nah, the kid is lying He's been clocking all week, I peeped his stash under the seat" They reached open the door Paul rain in the street, dodging cars and bullet shots ricocheting off trees He's running for his life wheezing, barely can breathe More shots left off, he got hit in the knee Now he limping through the dark spilling blood on the 'crete Body getting weaker, [?] getting closer He slipped and fell, they found him slumped, man this shit is over [Chorus] Don't let the game take over, it can end so painful Heard the good die young, die young They ain't ever get the chance to Wide awake, nightmares, nightmares I ain't never been fearful You can take us out the hood, out the hood Still gotta move careful [Verse 2] Once upon a time, knew a kid they called Flip Played [?] could've balled for the Knicks Loved the street life, he was shaving on them nicks Marching with the dime tryna save for a brick V-LONE status everyday with the grip Nobody liked him, wanna raid on his clique Bumpin' Purple Haze, purple haze [?] clip Living in a maze, he amazed by the dips Triple OG at 20, hellcat with the [?] Smoking bogies with the Henny [?] Jenny Told him 'bout a play out of town Eight hours out, triple price on the pound He said "Let's do it, build the system from the ground" Moved and set out [?] made it count He really in it now, racing triple crowns Dabbled in the dark web, imagine what he found Guns for the low on the black market War ready shit just to wack targets He spent the bean on some bazookas Traveled three states over, linked with the movers, linked with the shooters Riding with the young [?], preppin' 'em for gunsmoke Told 'em we ain't buying nothing, take it, let the [?] know We [?] it Pulled up, handles business Jumped out Suburbans, moving on urgent Anxious with the heat, [?] popped out [?] boy take a seat "Yeah, you got the money?" "Yeah, we got the money." [?] start laughing [?] asked "What's funny?" 'cause he started blasting Now it's all action, shots [?] Popping out the woodworks til everybody caskets Headshot gory, it's a never ending story The good die young, soul stuck in purgatory [Outro Chorus] Don't let the game take over, it can end so painful Heard the good die young, die young They ain't ever get the chance to Wide awake, nightmares, nightmares I ain't never been fearful You can take us out the hood, out the hood Still gotta move careful Don't let the game take over, it can end so painful Heard the good die young, die young They ain't ever get the chance to Wide awake, nightmares, nightmares I ain't never been fearful You can take us out the hood, out the hood Still gotta move careful [Outro]