Good Die Young

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Big homie in the pens now He can't get in touch with his friends now Shit was all good just a week ago Two bodies in that trap, I heard that bitch Mika know Let the Godfather burn slow Ruthless killers aim for your head or torso Southside streets are so cold homie Niggas wanna beat a roll on me like Chipotle You know that strap homie [Hook] The good die young, die young (die young) They say the good die young (A lotta niggas say his…) The good die young, die young (die young) They say the good die young (A lotta niggas say his…) [Verse 2] Rest in peace the Esco he was just a Seaun John model Could have shot his body up and left his mom to grief his sorrow Ain't no telling 'bout tomorrow when that fast life, trap life, straps get borrowed In this beef if you don't bring that strap back Shorty seventeen got his brains out of with snap bag Another statistic to the cold street Highway to heaven see what YaYo he finally needs And when we finally greet you know we gon' toast it up Blue heaven, blue dream you know we gon' smoked it up I see you on the other side, I wish I can take back the fact that Lody Mac died And I ain't come to your funeral, to come see you At your wait 'cause the feds was was in the first cube What's the real niggas 'pose to do? Ride out and hide out, I kill just for you [Hook] The good die young, die young (die young) They say the good die young (A lotta niggas say his…) The good die young, die young (die young) They say the good die young (A lotta niggas say his…) Was your dough (A lotta niggas say his…) Was your dough (A lotta niggas say his…) Was your dough (A lotta niggas say his…) Was your dough