Die Young Neek Bucks

[Intro]
VVS Melody
I think it's made of Emeralds

[Chorus]
Shit ain't what it seem
Tryna read between the lines and these Cartis or more lean?
Put a nigga from around you and I won't never say a thing
How I grew up on that block you know that shit was hard to dream

[Post-Chorus]
They say we the opps
Why these niggas tryna act like we into it, when we not
Another day another homicide, I seen them bodies drop
Matter fact bro, park the car and lets get out

[Verse 1]
Multiple shots fired the news said he dead
Bro got a Glock 9, you move and you dead
I'm from the dark sidе its rules to this shit
A boss how they want a nigga to lose and I didn't
Know a nigga did somе things, I can't get around it
Bro know I can never change, keep them hittas 'round me
Keep a pole, I ain't tryna die young
All them bodies identified I couldn't doubt it
From the block where the killers die, we grew on violence
Could've not but you testified, no you ain't my nigga
And a nigga still here I don't know why
So much shit that brung tears to my eyes