Lyrics Good Die Young - Sakklife DaVinci

Yeaaaaa
Whoooaaaaa
Bodies dropping in the streets all day the good die young
I was looking for a better route but I couldn't find one
I fell in love with getting money aww yea
Aww yea yea
And now my pockets full of hundreds yea yea
Aww yea yea

Aye look its kill or be killed
Ain't many made it through this life that I live
I tried so hard I pray to God I still sin
Every time they try and count me out I still win
I must've fucked it up a thousand times
Before I went and got it right
Nah this shit right here didn't happen over night
Yea I'm outta space I'm up here like a satellite
Preparation perfect timing
Stayed down till its all there yea yea
Blue hundreds them 50s pink
Lil baby I'm not your speed
Hell yea I'm way out your lead
Attitude on Gucci gutta gangsta baby double Gs
I gave my heart up to the streets way back when I was 17

Bodies dropping in the streets all day the good die young
I was looking for a better route but I couldn't find one
I fell in love with getting money aww yea
Yea yea yea
And now my pockets full of hundreds yea yea
Aww yea yea
Aye bodies dropping in the streets all day the good die young
I was looking for a better route but I couldn't find one
I fell in love with getting money aww yea
Aww yea yea
And now my pockets full of hundreds yea yea
Aww yea yea
Whooooooaaaa
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa
Whooooooaaaa
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa