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


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


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


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



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