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Die Young Video (MV)




Performed By: Q-Ill
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Quan Hill




Q-Ill - Die Young Lyrics
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Damn Bt...
Yo
Lend your ear real quick brudda
Lemme holla at you
A lot of shit going on like its gone throw you off but
Just don't lose focus you can't lose focus...No!!
Don't let this shit throw you off handle your business
Doing what you got to do for you and yours
Yeah!
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
Look here where I'm from them crackers still call you nigger
It's all fun and games but life ain't shit thru a picture
As soon as you gone your bitch on to the next nigga
I done been through all that shit before
Hit a couple licks before
Got jammed and took my lick before and
Seen too many niggas fold
They can't sale shit no mo turned frail behind them cell doors
Raise both my sons to be bosses just be cautious
And beefing with my babymama is making me nauseous
I gave my heart and my loyalty
And now she lost it
I got too much on my plate
Steady trying to elevate but everytime
I wake up from this crazy dream I'm surrounded by snakes
On top of that I'm still wanted by the state
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
It's too much going on right now
Plus big homie stuck up the road trying to hide his phone right now
Gotta keep a banga on him everywhere he move
I done felt so much pain I could barely even move
I was bad as hell never played by the rules
Always catching plays as soon as i leave the school
And if I f*ck with you
Believe in me
I believe in you
And the loyalty outweighs all the hell we been through
I done focused on my craft
Had to cut off all the crabs
God opened up my path
Trying to stay free hitting hard like right jabs
Showing love cut me deep
I'm still peeling off the scabs
That love and loyalty
Shit come and go like yellow cabs
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
Yeah!
Shhh
What
Don't be fooled
Don't be fooled
And don't let no fool play you
Boy I tell you the truth
Aye sing to em baby
Boy I tell you the truth
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Damn Bt...
Yo
Lend your ear real quick brudda
Lemme holla at you
A lot of shit going on like its gone throw you off but
Just don't lose focus you can't lose focus...No!!
Don't let this shit throw you off handle your business
Doing what you got to do for you and yours
Yeah!
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
Look here where I'm from them crackers still call you nigger
It's all fun and games but life ain't shit thru a picture
As soon as you gone your bitch on to the next nigga
I done been through all that shit before
Hit a couple licks before
Got jammed and took my lick before and
Seen too many niggas fold
They can't sale shit no mo turned frail behind them cell doors
Raise both my sons to be bosses just be cautious
And beefing with my babymama is making me nauseous
I gave my heart and my loyalty
And now she lost it
I got too much on my plate
Steady trying to elevate but everytime
I wake up from this crazy dream I'm surrounded by snakes
On top of that I'm still wanted by the state
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
It's too much going on right now
Plus big homie stuck up the road trying to hide his phone right now
Gotta keep a banga on him everywhere he move
I done felt so much pain I could barely even move
I was bad as hell never played by the rules
Always catching plays as soon as i leave the school
And if I f*ck with you
Believe in me
I believe in you
And the loyalty outweighs all the hell we been through
I done focused on my craft
Had to cut off all the crabs
God opened up my path
Trying to stay free hitting hard like right jabs
Showing love cut me deep
I'm still peeling off the scabs
That love and loyalty
Shit come and go like yellow cabs
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
I ain't trying to die young we don't even see 30
Young nigga picked up a pistol should've picked up a jersey
Wanted ma to see me on sportscenter
Not coming to see me in detention centers every December
Yeah!
Shhh
What
Don't be fooled
Don't be fooled
And don't let no fool play you
Boy I tell you the truth
Aye sing to em baby
Boy I tell you the truth
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Writer: Quan Hill
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