Die Young

                   G               
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta
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 ride with one
                 Em      
Stood ten toes down in my 
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Balenziaga, ayy
                   G            
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a 
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shotta, shotta
            Em                     
Cold hearted nigga, wet tha blocka,
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 blocka
             G                     
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna 
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die young
              Em                   
I rather be judged by twelve, than 
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carried by six
                G                  
How am I gon' post bail? Just look 
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at my wrist
                   Em          
Tell me, why the legends always 
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gotta die quick?


[Verse 1]
                G                  
When I'm in traffic gotta slide 
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with the beam on me
               Em            
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks 
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bussin' out the jeans on me
                G                  
Niggas be hatin', I'm rich, it's 
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all about the cream, homie
       Em                          
If I ever get caught lackin', they 
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gon' slide
              G                    
Ever since I got the Rollie, I 
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ain't got the time
            Em                 
Flawless diamonds, niggas can't 
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never block the shine
                G                
They know I'm ballin' in the city 
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like DeRozan
                 Em              
Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, I 
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can't do the wrong friends
          G                        
I was knockin' down walls, now they
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 closin' in
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                  Em            
Hopped off the porch, and then I 
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hopped inside the Porsche, ayy
                 G                 
Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma be 
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the main course
               Em                  
Whipped the Rolls like a young 
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nigga made for it


[Chorus]
                     G             
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta
                 D
 ride with one
                 Em      
Stood ten toes down in my 
            C
Balenciaga, ayy
                   G            
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a 
            D
shotta, shotta
             Em                    
Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka,
  C
 blocka
            G                      
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna 
       D
die young
               Em                  
I rather be judged by twelve, than 
   C
carried by six
                G                  
How am I gon' post bail? Just look 
        D
at my wrist
                    Em         
Tell me, why the legends always 
        C
gotta die quick?


[Verse 2]
       G                         
Tryna get my bag, I had to go and 
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make it happen
            Em                     
Me and my dogs, we was bussin' out 
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them bandos
                  G            
Count out them hunnids, then we 
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throw it in the mattress
              Em                   
Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in
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 the attic
                G                  
I be in the streets, nigga, I stand
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 ten toes
       Em                          
Any nigga in my situation would've 
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been fold
          G                      
We was trappin' out the basement, 
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made it back tenfold
                     Em            
Gotta stay out the way, that's why 
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I'm always on the tinfoil
          G                        
We was fightin' fed cases, 'member 
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I was 2 and 0
                        Em    
Nigga was fightin' depression, 
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sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow
        G                     
I was down below, but still, I 
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always kept my head up
                      Em           
Nigga gotta get my bread up, I 
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don't wanna die young



[Chorus]
                   G               
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta
                D
 ride with one
                 Em                
Stood ten toes down in my 
 C
Balenziaga Ayy
                   G            
He ran down on a nigga, that’s a 
           D
shotta, shotta
          Em                       
Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka,
    C
 blocka
        G                          
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna 
        D
die young
               Em                  
I rather be judged by twelve, than 
     C
carried by six
                G                  
How am I gon' post bail? Just look 
        D
at my wrist
                     Em        
Tell me, why the legends always 
          C
gotta die quick?