Die Young Zhavia Ward

[Intro]
Uh uh uh uh

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciagas
He ran down on a brotha, that’s a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted, with tha blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don’t wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
How I'm gon' post bail? Just look at my wrist
Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick?

[Verse 1]
When I'm in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me
Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin' out the jeans on me
He be hating, 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, that can’t never block the shine
They know I’m ballin' in the city like DeRozan
Gotta keep my homies 'round me, I can’t do the wrong friend
I was knockin’ down walls, now they closin’ in
Hopped off the porch, and then I hopped inside the Porsche, aye
I'm being the side, I'ma be the main course
Whipped the Rolls like a young boy is made for it