Lyrics do u wanna die - cr1tter

Born to make art, forced to compete
I ask myself the same old shit on repeat
Do you wanna cry in a mansion?
Or do you wanna cry in the street?
Everyone respects the dead, but the dead don't rest in peace

So do you wanna die in a mansion?
Or do you wanna die in the street?
Do you wanna die in a mansion?
Or do you wanna die in the street? (Street)
Do you wanna die in a mansion? (Do you, do you)
Or do you wanna die in the street? (Street)
Do you wanna die in a mansion? (Die in a mansion)
Or do you wanna die in the street?

I wanna live, I wanna die
I just need to pick a side
They hate me, still couldn't ride a beat if it had four wheel drive
I won't even try to fight, your punishment is your life
No tooth for a tooth, no eye for a eye
I'm married to the money, all these hundreds are my bride
Quit acting like a pussy, you ain't got nine lives
I am my own feature, I'm the singer and the rapper
I am my own preacher, bitch, I am my own pastor

Money so young that it need to grow up
Green ass cup, sipping on throat up
That girl lost her toss, I'ma toss her ass up
Can't die yet, gotta chase these bucks

Do you wanna die in a mansion?
Or do you wanna die in the street?
Do you wanna die in a mansion?
Or do you wanna die in the street? (Street)
Do you wanna die in a mansion? (Do you, do you)
Or do you wanna die in the street? (Street)
Do you wanna die in a mansion? (Die in a mansion)
Or do you wanna die in the street?

(c-cr1tter)