GHOSt 1111 - Good Die Young (feat. Shakey)

When I was thigh high mama said
Don't speak to them strangers
From my side eye I can see the feet of them angels
Feeling sky high
Not too many speaking this language
They just ride by squeezing and aimin
Tryna get famous
Tryna get famous nigga
Tryna get famous
Tryna get famous
Hurricane rains got my roof leakin
Life change when you truth seeking
Tryna beat the odds I can call it even
Gotta talk to God I can hear him speakin
Yea, I'm with my dawgs and we off them leashes
Doing good reap the benefits in due season
Nigga, my innocence been gone
This game aint a joke
Niggas gettin sent home
Whether heaven or hell
Or the block or jail
They tell us get off the block to block jail or hell
You barely care
But this ain't no fairytale
People drownin loosing homes
Off the air we smell
You can't win facing winds
That's when Gods involved
Time to wash away them sins
And all them guns you bought
And when it's feeling like the end
And no one to call
Just know God got his ways to make you stronger dawg
Cuz you the one
Feel like you lost it all
Because you just got up
And now you on a fall
Who do we call to
But when it's done it's done
They say the good die young
The good die young
Who do we you run to
In my mind thinking what if you died
How would I feel
How would I cope
Tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
Times like these we feel closest
Grudge don't hold it
You never know when you gon go
In any time or moment
Grind and focus
Sometimes we would get off track
In the trap
But shit I tryna hit these licks off rap
Ever feel blinded
Try to find Jehovah
That's the devil
That's them lies
Tryna mind control ya
Waking up in yo dreams
But yet you still don't pursue it
Know that's what you don't want
But yet you still running to it
Still ain't remove it
The mirror the mirror the mirror talking
To you
Don't fear or spirit be near a coffin
Cuban tried to put me on a kilo
Say the plug in Puerto Rico
My big bro got jammed
But he say he got a cool ass PO
Feel like you lost it all
Because you just got up
And now you on a fall
Who do we call to
But when it's done it's done
They say the good die young
The good die young
Who do we you run to
When I was thigh high mama said
Don't speak to them strangers
From my side eye I can see the feet of them angels
Feeling sky high
Not too many speaking this language
They just ride by squeezing and aimin
Tryna get famous
But when it's done it's done
They say the good die young
The good die young
Who do we you run to
When I was thigh high mama said
Don't speak to them strangers
From my side eye I can see the feet of them angels
Feeling sky high
Not too many speaking this language
They just ride by squeezing and aimin
Tryna get famous
Ride by
Bye bye
Ride by

Written by:
Dvon Henderson, Robert Mitchell

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