Die 4 This

Shit don't make no sense

I own it
I don't miss (no)
I get lit (yeah yeah)
I left on the get rich
Yeah I (want to) die for this
For this (yeah yeah yeah)

You don't even know what you in for
Been cold since I got the word from my kin folk
Then so, never ever thought that I'd be rich though
These days same motha fuckas call me big bro
Radio, never hear me on the local radio
(why nigga?)
I don't got no time for no petty hoes
I got no time bitch, got no time bitch
If you see me, I be grinding no I be shining
How you like it?
You been working ten years
And what's new up in your life?
If a nigga talk crazy, have him thinking suicide
Don't you ever try to play me
Won't you ever try to play me?
You don't even have to play me
Everything going gravy
It's a new world order
Teen Spirit in this bitch
You ain't wanna show me love
Til a nigga got rich
Went back to the trenches
Now I'm back with a vengance
Show you how to make an entrance
Bitch get back a couple inches

There ain't no throwing shade, keep me cool too
They ain't know I'm a flame they added fuel to
They ain't know they taking credit, feed me food too
God damn all the shit they didn't know I could've fooled you

I own it
I don't miss (no)
I get lit (yeah yeah)
I left on the get rich
Yeah I (want to) die for this
For this (yeah yeah yeah)

I own it
I don't miss (no)
I get lit (yeah yeah)
I left on the get rich
Yeah I'd die for this
For this