Rest in peace my fuckin soliders

I been think bout my **** in the past, I can’t fuck wit **** so I can’t relax

Yea my homie died, I had to get him tat

Fucking up the summer, fucking up these racks

Fuckin that bitch and I did, I had to give her the key

I got the sauce got the drip, **** they mad as shit

In the trenches you know I’m the shit, I see **** they selling them bricks

No choice had to take that risk, I was down I was down on my dick (on my own)

Now they be hitting me up, ain’t talking Giannis I got the ball

Keep my foot on they neck, now that shit got stuck

I know they hate me, I don’t give a fuck

I ain’t have money, I ain’t have love

Now they be giving me hugs, (sips) that’s that juice in the cup

Had to get up out the streets, so I won’t die young

Get my youngins out the streets, so they won’t die young

So we don’t die young, so we don’t die young, so we don’t die young

Get my youngins out the streets, so we won’t die young

So we don’t die young

Lost so many to the streets over dumb stuff, since I lost my best friend it been hard to love

Always on my own when my homie left me, he left me alone

I still got his last messages on my phone, when I see a picture of him that shit home

Wanna take revenge then I put it in my song, get it from the tour then I spend it til it’s gone, damn

Hoppin on a flight five in the morning, LA flight, now I’m on a mic with Fivio foreign

For the pain and the rain when it’s pouring, to stay sane imma buy me a foreign

Had to get up out the streets, so I won’t die young

Get my youngins out the streets, so they won’t die young

So we don’t die young, so we don’t die young, so we don’t die young

Get my youngins out the streets, so we won’t die young

So we don’t die young

So we won’t die young, so we won’t die young, so we won’t die young

So we won’t die young,