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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Lyrics

We got London On Da Track I'm in London, got my beat from London I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood ten toes down in my Balenciagas, ayy He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How am I gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick? When I'm in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me 'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin' out the jeans on me Niggas be hatin', I'm rich, it's all about the cream, homie If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain't got the time Flawless diamonds, niggas can't never block the shine They know I'm ballin' in the city like DeRozan Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, I can't do the wrong friends I was knockin' down walls, now they closin' in Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma be the main court Whipped the Rolls like a young nigga made for it I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How am I gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick? Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happen Me and my dogs, we was bussin' out them bandos Count out them hunnids, then we throw it in the mattress Wrap it in plastic, and throw it in the attic I be in the streets, nigga, I stand ten toes Any nigga in my situation would've been fold We was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfold Gotta stay out the way, that's why I'm always behind the tint for We was fightin' fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0 Nigga was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow I was down below, but still, I always kept my head up Nigga gotta get my bread up, I don't wanna die young (no, no, no) I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one Stood ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ayy He ran down on a nigga, that's a shotta, shotta Cold hearted nigga wet that blocka, blocka Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six How am I gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?
Writer(s): Rex Kudo, London Holmes, Rodrick Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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