Die Young, Live Forever

[Chorus: Paris Shields]
No, I'm not a user, baby
I just get high
I don't wanna sell my soul
Yeah, it's mine
Why would I wanna see
Past 45?
I just wanna lose myself
And die

[Verse 1: Young Kye]
I just took the time out
You just wonder why now
I just wanna find out
Listen to your lies now, yeah
You just wanna cry now
I just wanna drive now
I just wanna die now
You just wanna try now, why now?
You say you changed
I see the same old you
Guess that's a shame on me
I believed in you
Way back when no one else
Believed in you
When no one else
Uh
I just wanna smile now
Guess it's been a while now
Make me wanna slide through now
Who you wanna dial up now?
Pagans on the rise now
Make me wanna ride out
You ain't on my side now
If you ain't by my side now
You ain't on the side

[Verse 2: Young Kye]
Who crowned these niggas leader of the new school
Niggas dying round here, they never used to
I graduated, got my pictures in the papers
'Cause I ain't gotta die tryna make it on the news too
If music flops, tell Mano I'm coming home, yeah
Black minister, preaching the holy ghost, black
Prime Minister, really now, that's a joke
The reason I never vote, these feelings I never show
I got fear for these women I know, single mums on their own
Sad cah, your baby dad ain't around
Baby daddy in jail, baby dad in the ground
Your baby daddy's not your baby daddy, women are foul, yeah
Tryna see my mum where there's no debt
Or tryna see my dad where there's no stress
Or tryna find a balance between no friends
Or put yourself around a bunch of pricks who think they know best, yeah

[Chorus: Paris Shields]
No, I'm not a user, baby
I just get high
I don't wanna sell my soul
Yeah, it's mine
Why would I wanna see
Past 45?
I just wanna lose myself
And die

[Bridge: J Riley]
Turn up, yeah
Burn up, yeah
Money, coming here
I've been running scared
Turn up, yeah
Burn up, yeah
Money, coming here
I've been running scared

[Verse 3]
I think I should pour another one and forget about you
I don't wanna see another one, can't go on2 without you
I don't wanna think about the slums
No, I don't wanna think about my gun
No, I don't wanna think about the ends, no way
The Zs came in and the rent got paid
This is what they didn't want, want me running this race
Hating on me, still they smile in my face
I ain't never going back to that cage
I ain't never going back to them wages
Cops swerve, they want me on the pages
Front page of the newspapers, but I tell them
Dead tings get up, bad tings come in
Champagne send up, yeah, yeah
Bring them gyal in, count that cash up
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: J Riley]
Turn up, yeah
Burn up, yeah
Money, coming here
I've been running scared
Turn up, yeah
Burn up, yeah
Money, coming here
I've been running scared

[Verse 4]
From the east side to my ends
I cannot forget about my friends
You gon' make me squeeze and take a life
Can't forget my friends, I tell them twice, yeah
I put the machiner in a black cabbie
I prefer my tings with a fat batty
And she ain't got no dad, so she call me daddy
Fuck your baby daddy, I'm the only one that make you happy
If music flops, tell Mano I'm coming back shotting
Crack profit, get all of my niggas back popping
The black Glock in a black stocking, I splash oppers
Flat lobbies and door numbers, I come knockin