If I Die Young

Nightcore

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[Verse 1] I'm thinkin' 'bout my mom, will I go the same way? Lost a 50 pack and got raided on the same day Nightmares, I just try and smoke the pain away Dropped my daughter off, now I'm loaded tryna' make a play I'm thinkin' 'bout the money, got me stressin', I ain't trippin' though Low key, on my burner phone tryna' get it sold With all this hate around me, I don't even understand How another man can worry 'bout another man You out buyin' belts and shit, I'm buyin' rubber bands I'm tryna' turn this dirty money to 100Ms And I don't even bust a move if it's under 10 I'm paranoid, I can never trust again Trust me, real life, this shit been ugly I remember bein' broke with nobody to front me If I take all 10, what kinda deal can you cut me? They used to laugh, they thought it was funny Tables turned, now the Bern shit is worldwide I'm in Spain sellin' seeds of the Cherry Pie 30 mil for a brandin' deal, shit is nice You only get one shot, I'ma live it twice I'm on the tables out in Vegas, yellin' at the dice The same ones that used to laugh, want a better price The road been a lil funny, I'ma let 'em fly And if I die young, I swear to God at least I did it right [Hook] You know all this shit I seen, it got my heart so cold Lettin' go of my mother's hands, they were so cold So cold, so cold, so cold, yeah So cold, so cold, so cold, yeah More forks in the road I just hope I go quick when it's my time to go [Verse 2] Life is crazy, rollin' up this Y, it's so tastey Took a pill, yeah, that's why I'm lazy I used to get the pie straight outta AZ My cousin called me, he said, "Bern, dog, pay me" I was doin' bad, I can't even front Glock in the stash box, 2 bricks in the trunk The Henny got me drunk, I'm smokin' Lemon Skunk With a little pretty bitch, come on baby, let me fuck My own homeboy even try and set me up He got himself shot in the ass, homie, step it up Yeah, I come from real dope game money 'Cause rap shit's cool but the dope game love me Yeah, rest in peace to the J.A I'm smokin' joints to the neck, drinkin' Tanqueray Yeah, ridin' crazy on the Golden Gate Bridge And when it's my time to go, look after my kids Yeah [Hook] You know all this shit I seen, it got my heart so cold Lettin' go of my mother's hands, they were so cold So cold, so cold, so cold, yeah So cold, so cold, so cold, yeah More forks in the road I just hope I go quick when it's my time to go