Good Die Young

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
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…)
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
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