DIE YOUNG Lyrics – Kofi King

DIE YOUNG Lyrics by Kofi King

Hook
I ain’t tryna die young I’m tryna ride the coop
Money coming in got the check on my shoe
I run up on the money like a shatta shatta

Cold hearted n#gg#s they go blacca blacca
Gotta keep it on me get my racks on
I’d rather be grinding all day than thinking bout a chick
Shawty gon do anyway coz he rich

Tell why these b#tches gotta keep acting like this
I heard about it this sh#t made my heart a cold place
You do it once then you know this sh#t a closed case
I can’t even trust n#gg#s , they come round with two face

You a b#tch, why you tryna to stalk her on her page
Go get this monеy they just like to spend it anyway
This sh#t ain’t sweet and I had to lеarn the hard way
This sh#t too much I be tryna go and hide the pain

They fake #ss n#gg#s I don’t trust a word that they gon say
Ten toes with it
Bankroll digits
Ice cold leaning

Backwoods make the roll litty
Ima gon get it
I be grinding
I’ll keep chasing money

Till I’m shining
Hook
I ain’t tryna die young I’m tryna ride the coop
Money coming in got the check on my shoe

I run up on the money like a shatta shatta
Cold hearted n#gg#s they go blacca blacca
Gotta keep it on me get my racks on
I’d rather be grinding all day than thinking bout a chick

Shawty gon do anyway coz he rich
Tell why these b#tches gotta keep acting like this
99 problems, money can solve em
Catch a messy fade, that’s unfortunate

We can go on for days , I be grinding
I be chasing money, knees getting tired
I can make a million in a day , so I focus
On the money hardest sh#t I made I was most high

I do it for my mama , she did everything for the fam
I can’t trust nobody
I can’t trust nobody
I put this sh#t on my name

I can’t go and act out for clout and the fame
I been working real hard I’m grinding for a pay
n#gg# shut that big mouth n#gg# we ain’t the same
Yeah we ain’t the same

Hook
I ain’t tryna die young I’m tryna ride the coop m
Money coming in got the check on my shoe
I run up on the money like a shatta shatta

Cold hearted n#gg#s they go blacca blacca
Gotta keep it on me get my racks on
I’d rather be grinding all day than thinking bout a chick
Shawty gon do anyway coz he rich

Tell why these b#tches gotta keep acting like this
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Kofi King Lyrics – DIE YOUNG

Kofi King

DIE YOUNG