Capt - Die Young (feat. AlmighTy) Lyrics

They say the good die young and that shit's true
So play this for your homie, play this
For your brother that's not here no more
Shit play it for yourself, good versus bad
Put it on the Libra scale, good losing every time

They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad
Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Paying for the pussy, niggas going out sad
Put a price on your head and them boys gon' slide
They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Stressing bout money, everything was all sad Can not go back to the life I had
They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad
Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Paying for the pussy, niggas going out sad
Put a price on your head and them boys gon' slide
They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Stressing bout money, everything was all sad Can not go back to the life I had

I heard the good dying young, I won't ever be that
I've been chasing that cheddar ran straight to the bag
When I came out the womb, landed right in the trap with a stick on my lap and a wood on my dash
Nigga, I can't be broke cause my past
Carry these sticks when I'm going outside
Jumped off the porch, it ain't nowhere to hide It ain't nowhere to go, but somehow I survived
Ayy, boring sinner, no guidance
Ayy, demon stuck in my mind
Ayy, I don't wanna die young
Ayy, so I'm rolling up, I'm getting high
They say the good die young, that's why my money long
And when someone got beef, I don't run from the smoke
I work hard for my crew, for the fam till we gone
I don't wanna die young, this life better be long
Ayy, keeping my celery close
Ayy, ayy, smoke when my mental is gone
Ayy, ayy, only two things on my schedule
Ayy, ayy, making money and not dying young
Making money and not dying young

They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad
Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Paying for the pussy, niggas going out sad
Put a price on your head and them boys gon' slide
They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Stressing bout money, everything was all sad Can not go back to the life I had
They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad
Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Paying for the pussy, niggas going out sad
Put a price on your head and them boys gon' slide
They say the good die young, so I gotta be bad Up 24 x 7 just chasing that bag
Stressing bout money, everything was all sad Can not go back to the life I had

I'm Blue inside, if the good die young, then who am I
I carry on with survivor's guilt, 28 years under the sky
I guess it's better than underground, is it heaven or hell, shit you decide
Heavenly trumpets, I hear the sounds, he clipped my wings, sent you to fly
Speak up my name when I'm not around, just hold me down when I chase a bag
You first to know when I'm back in town, can't speak bout a life that I never had
Can't sleep through the night with you in my head, tossing and turning like f*ck the bed
I roll another like f*ck the meds, if it's you or the money then f*ck the bread
Yeah
Cause lately I've been on road, Jesus I need you to steer
I'm spiraling out of control, I see the curve getting near
Won't mention the voices I hear, I'll leave it all in the rear
If the good die young, it's your life that I fear
The good die young and the niggas still here