Roddy Ricch - Die Young
Capo: 1st fret
[Intro]
We got London on the track
I'm in London, got my beat from London
[Chorus]
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I ain't tryna die young, so I
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gotta ride with one
Em
Stood ten toes down in my
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Balenziaga, ayy
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He ran down on a nigga, that’s
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a shotta, shotta
Em
Cold hearted nigga, wet tha
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blocka, blocka
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Gotta keep it on me, I don't
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wanna die young
Em
I rather be judged by twelve,
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than carried by six
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How Am I gon' post bail? Just
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look at my wrist
Em
Tell me, why the legends always
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gotta die quick?
[Verse 1]
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When I'm in traffic gotta slide
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with the beam on me
Em
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks
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bussin' out the jeans on me
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Niggas be hatin', I'm rich,
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it's all about the cream, homie
Em
If I ever get caught lackin',
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they gon' slide
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Ever since I got the Rollie, I
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ain't got the time
Em
Flawless diamonds, niggas can't
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never block the shine
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They know I'm ballin' in the
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city like DeRozan
Em
Gotta keep my niggas 'round me,
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I can't Do the wrong friends
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I was knockin' down walls, now
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they closin' in
Em
Hopped off the porch, and then
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I hopped inside the Porsche, ayy
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Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma
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be the main course
Em
Whipped the Rolls like a young
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nigga made for it
[Chorus]
G
I ain't tryna die young, so I
D
gotta ride with one
Em
Stood ten toes down in my
C
Balenciaga, ayy
G
He ran down on a nigga, that’s
D
a shotta, shotta
Em
Cold hearted nigga wet that
C
blocka, blocka
G
Gotta keep it on me, I don't
D
wanna die young
Em
I rather be judged by twelve,
C
than carried by six
G
How Am I gon' post bail? Just
D
look at my wrist
Em
Tell me, why the legends always
C
gotta die quick?
[Verse 2]
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Tryna get my bag, I had to Go
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and make it happen
Em
Me and my dogs, we was bussin'
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out them bandos
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Count out them hunnids, then we
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throw it in the mattress
Em
Wrap it in plastic, and throw
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it in the attic
G
I be in the streets, nigga, I
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stand ten toes
Em
Any nigga in my situation
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would've been fold
G
We was trappin' out the
basement, made it back
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tenfold
Em
Gotta stay out the way, that's
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why I'm always on the tinfoil
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We was fightin' fed cases,
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'member I was 2 and 0
Em
Nigga was fightin' depression,
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sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow
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I was down below, but still, I
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always kept my head up
Em
Nigga gotta get my bread up, I
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don't wanna die young
[Chorus]
G
I ain't tryna die young, so I
D
gotta ride with one
Em
Stood ten toes down in my
C
Balenziaga Ayy
G
He ran down on a nigga, that’s
D
a shotta, shotta
Em
Cold hearted nigga wet that
C
blocka, blocka
G
Gotta keep it on me, I don't
D
wanna die young
Em
I rather be judged by twelve,
C
than carried by six
G
How Am I gon' post bail? Just
D
look at my wrist
Em
Tell me, why the legends always
C
gotta die quick?