Tonalità: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
C
D
C
B
Em
C
D
C
Am
C
D
Em
I ain't tryna die young,
Verse 1
so I gotta ride with one
B
C
B
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
Em
He ran down on a nigga,
B
that's a shotta, shotta
C
Cold hearted nigga with that
B
blocka, blocka
Em
Gotta keep it on me,
I don't wanna die young
B
D
C
I rather be judged by twelve,
B
than carried by six
Em
Baug
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
B
C
Tell me, why the legends
B
always gotta die quick?
Em
When I'm in traffic
Verse 2
gotta slide
D
with the beam on me
C
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks
B
bussin' out the jeans on me
Em
Niggas be hatin', I'm rich,
B
D
it's all about the cream homie
C
If I ever get caught lackin',
B
they gon' slide
Em
Ever since I got the Rollie, I
ain't got the time
D
C
Flawless diamonds,
B
niggas can't never block the shine
Em
They know I'm ballin' in the
B
D
city like DeRozan
C
Gotta keep my niggas 'round me,
B
I can't do the wrong friends
Em
I was knockin' down walls,
D
now they closin' in
C
Hopped off the porch,
B
and then I hopped inside the Porsche, ayy
Em
Fuck bein' the side nigga,
D
I'ma be the main course
C
Whipped the Rolls like a young
B
nigga made for it
Em
I ain't tryna die young,
Verse 3
so I gotta ride with one
B
D
C
B
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
Em
He ran down on a nigga,
B
D
that's a shotta, shotta
C
Cold hearted nigga with that
B
blocka, blocka
Em
Gotta keep it on me,
I don't wanna die young
B
D
C
I rather be judged by twelve,
B
than carried by six
Em
B
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
D
C
Tell me, why the legends
B
always gotta die quick?
Em
Tryna get my bag,
Verse 4
B
I had to go and make it happen
D
C
Me and my dogs,
B
we was bussin' out them bandos
Em
Count out them hunnids then we
B
throw it in the mattress
D
C
B
Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic
Em
B
I be in the streets nigga, I stand ten toes
D
C
Any nigga in my situation
B
woulda been fold
Em
We was trappin' out the basement,
B
made it back tenfold
D
C
Gotta stay out the way,
B
that's why I'm always on it, tenfold
Em
We was fighting fed cases,
D
remember I was 2 and 0
C
Nigga was fightin' the pressure,
Baug
sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow
Em
I was down below, but still,
D
I always kept my head up
C
Nigga gotta get my bread up,
B
I don't wanna die young, no, no, no
Em
I ain't tryna die young,
Verse 5
so I gotta ride with one
B
D
C
B
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
Em
He ran down on a nigga,
B
that's a shotta, shotta
C
Cold hearted nigga with that
B
blocka, blocka
Em
Gotta keep it on me,
I don't wanna die young
B
D
C
I rather be judged by twelve,
B
than carried by six
Em
B
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
D
C
Tell me, why the legends
C
always gotta die quick?
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