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Die 4 Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Die 4 Me was released on September 12, 2025 by Tony Shhnow as a part of the album Self Portrait
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Release DateSeptember 12, 2025
LabelTony Shhnow
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Shhnow
Tony Shhnow
Performer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Musician
Carrington Wilson
Carrington Wilson
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carrington Wilson
Carrington Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
I'ma touch the sky, put your hands up high
I love God, but it'd be a cold day in Hell 'fore I testify
All my pockets full, I'ma need an extra thigh
And I know you gotta get yours, I'ma extra mine
Fuck money, if you love me, I expect the time
I live my life off words, but that don't define
Mind over matter, power over pussy, you can't overlook me
Fuck where I'm goin', I'm exactly where I should be
Fuck the model hoes, I feel better with the groupies
I ain't perfect, but at least they lie to me
Fuck who dyin' for me, who gon' die with me?
If life took a turn, would you still ride for me?
Still slide for me?
If I ain't have it, would you even hold it down for me?
I gotta do everything I can, I got mouths to feed
Man, how the fuck I'm 'posed to tell my **** stop robbin'
When I ain't made a mil' yet and their problem my problem
I gotta deal with bullshit, but I tell 'em I got 'em
You wanna know about me, take a look at the bottom
Shit, when you paper chasin' like me, friends turn to enemies
Enemies turn to frenemies, but to me they're similes
I got my leg up like a centipede
I'm always what I'm finna be
You like this money, it ain't shit to me
You like them strippers, they a trick to me
You break her phone and fight her, she still tryna figure how to get to me
I keep a fever 'cause I know you **** sick of me
And shit, I would too
I had to learn, you ain't goin' through them hunnids
They don't give a fuck what you goin' through
Everybody got intentions, who the fuck I'm 'posed to talk to?
You want me tied, and I promise it's me, not you
I'm tryna touch the sky, doin' more than what I can, I do what I got to
If you run from your problems, you couldn't walk in my shoes
I just stepped on all my Cartier, I stand on my views
I wake up, light an L every day, I can't lose
I'm on juice and KK
I can't switch up, think it's pussy, you must be on K2
The one, but I ball like I play two
My **** shoot, but they can't hoop
You play, we split a ****, fuck the group
You tryna spin 'bout his bitch and you ain't in the loop
I give her sixty, break it down like an interlude
Some days I wake up high as hell and feel like inner tubes
I'ma touch the sky, put your hands up high
I love God, but it'd be a cold day in Hell 'fore I testify
All my pockets full, I'ma need an extra thigh
And I know you gotta get yours, I'ma extra mine
Fuck money, if you love me, I expect the time
I live my life off words, but that don't define
Mind over matter, power over pussy, you can't overlook me
Fuck where I'm goin', I'm exactly where I should be
Fuck the model hoes, I feel better with the groupies
I ain't perfect, but at least they lie to me
Fuck who dyin' for me, who gon' die with me?
Written by: Carrington Wilson
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