Good Die Young

Good Die Young [Verse 1] They tell me money isn't everything...and I agree It ain't the money, it's your moves. It ain't your pay, it's what you do Threw a few G's in the wind, it's really for the crew A few months later, my niggas, just look at how we grew 4 quarters locked in, corner pocket Hustle without the corner or jums up in the pocket Intelligence. Selling the world concepts Merchandise, concerts. It's all part of the process I used to dream out loud when I was coming up Ideas shitted on. "Wow, am I dumb or what?" Cause people never see your ambition And if you let 'em, they're gonna trade their stupidity for your vision Swore I was different, opposite my opposition Middle fingers and tunnel vision Wasn't invited to the Cool Table, so I created 1 I'm doing fine over here son [Hook] They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a long time/ Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine/ Keep your eyes on yours, I'll keep my eyes on mine (2x) [Verse 2] I've been played a few times in my lifetime In real life, plus music cause I write rhymes Call it "trust issues" So you should take it personal if I don't come around cause I don't fuck with you Or call your celly up to get drunk with you Not that I wish harm on you, but I'm done with you All I ever ask is people keep it as real with me As I keep it with them, and that's a fucking buck with you If you can call me on a lie that I told you in the past 2 years Right now, I'll give you 2 Grand In all cash, tell you hold out your 2 hands Then, when you don't see a dollar, you'll know who the truth is I'll hand you the rope, and let you hang yourself Never speak, never play you, I'ma let you play yourself So, you play your part, or you can play the bench Either way, I play to win. I've got to pay the rent [Hook]