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letra de die young 2 - neek bucks & dj hot murda

[intro: neek bucks]
(the murderous mixtapes)
(dj hot murda)
yeah, look

[verse 1: neek bucks]
i got these voices in my head, they sayin’ quit, but i ain’t done yet
you know you gotta take a thousand nos before that one yes
it feel like for the last couple years, i been up next
but once you hit the free throw for the game, it’s an upset
got shorty on my line, she’s askin’ why we ain’t get lunch yet
bunch of b-tches at my show and i ain’t meet my favorite munch yet
this sh-t that we call life, it get confusing, would say this more than music
just in case we get into it, i’m the driver and the shooter
ain’t no codefendants ever, try to go with my endeavors
when it’s ninety-three degrees, but it’s the coldest it been ever
i looked around and n-ggas left when i was hurt, but now i’m better
i can’t even blame n-ggas, n-ggas never knew no better
i don’t wanna die young
i don’t wanna be a victim to that hundred-round drum
i don’t wanna lose myself because i know i’m not dumb
i don’t wanna stop now because i know i’m not done, yeah, look (the murderous mixtapes)

[verse 2: neek bucks]
faded memories
i can’t be around you ’cause it’s something ’bout your energy
i ain’t have a dime, but i still did it for my block, sh-t, i just hope that they remember me
i tried to put them smiles on n-ggas’ faces, but they envy me
she gave me the p-ssy in the projects, on the ‘gram, she top model
can’t remember how i got her, but i’m glad i finally got her
had to tell her when i holler, i don’t care about her followers
way before the ‘gram, sh-t, i was tryna tell ’em follow us
i’m thankful for the wins, i’m thankful for the l’s
i’m thankful for the grins, i’m thankful for the smiles
i’m thankful for the times a n-gga had to go through h-ll
it just made me who i am, it made me just wanna prevail
whole hood divided up, n-gga switch-sided up
they tried to stick us with the evidence, but couldn’t find enough
buddy ship been goin’ down, a n-gga might just line you up (dj hot murda)
he couldn’t come around, he wasn’t slime enough, yeah, look
[outro: neek bucks]
i don’t wanna die young, baby
i don’t wanna die young
i don’t wanna die young
(murderous mixtapes)

- neek bucks dj hot murda

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