Roddy ft. Lil Spacely Lyrics

Yeah, I don't want to die young

I don't want to die young

I don't want to die young, yeah

I don't want to die young no

(Nah)

Like Roddy said I want Balenciagas on my feet

I don't want to die young

(Nah)

Another casualty at war another victim of these streets

See I don't want to die broke, no

I want to drape my Mum in Gucci show her all the finer things

I don't want to die young

(Nah)

I want to break bread, have a toast and have a feast, yeah

(Uhh)

Growin' up, growin' up in West Sydney

(Uhh)

Always felt like a Good Kid in a M.A.A.D City

Always knew what I had to do

But I can't lie, had a blurred vision

Done some wrong, I was off the strong, hard head so I never listened

I just wanna live comfortable

Detective and them constables

Charged me with a robbery they said I done two months ago

Judge gave two and a half, done half of that now on parole

That's fifteen months I spent alone

I don't want to die young no

(Nah)

Like Roddy said I want Balenciagas on my feet

I don't want to die young

(Nah)

Another casualty at war another victim of these streets

See I don't want to die broke, no

I want to drape my Mum in Gucci show her all the finer things

I don't want to die young

(Nah)

I want to break bread, have a toast and have a feast, yeah

Bitch I'm with the gang like a mobster

Good Kid, transition to a monster

I'm the one you can call when your life on the line

You can find me in the cut like a doctor

Fuck being stuck in a cop car

Show my young niggas how to move proper

Look after your mother beside all your brothers

Don't lose your soul to the Blocka

Yeah I slide for my mufuckin' niggas

Stay 10 toes with the gang

Yeah I'll lie in the court for my nigga

(Huh)

Walk in the bitch with gang

Disrespect that's toast to your teeth

(Boom)

Pussy ain't talking again

48 hoodie that's us on the street

100 degrees in the benz 

I don't want to die young no

(Nah)

Like Roddy said I want Balenciagas on my feet

I don't want to die young

(Nah)

Another casualty at war another victim of these streets

See I don't want to die broke, no

I want to drape my Mum in Gucci show her all the finer things

I don't want to die young

(Nah)

I want to break bread, have a toast and have a feast, yeah

Yeah, I don't want to die young

I don't want to die young

I don't want to die young, yeah