[Lyric] Die (Kyy x Nook Lauren)

I could die ona strength of my pride, die with a friend ona side, or die at the end of the ride
I could die ina accident, can’t imagine it…
Cause I couldn’t take cover he was accurate!
Die when I’m older, or still when I’m young
Tryna go out like a soldier, bussing my gun
Die cause they said something that wasn’t the truth
Like raheem cause my mans wanted the juice
Or like radamez nigga pulled a snub out the boot!
Unidentified had to call my mother for proof!
I could die cause I ain’t pick it up..die cause I ain’t lift it up…die cause a nigga tried to rob me I ain’t give it up
Die cause them niggas knew the car I ain’t switch it up
Die cause my shooters ain’t shoot they was bitching up
With a wound too big for them stitch it up..
Cause a bitch I’m tryna fuck set a nigga up!
Might die cause I’m chillin with the wrong person, wasn’t for me hit the wrong person..
Die on some beef shit got killed by the opps
Or police shit got killed by the cops
Screaming in pain, bleeding out feeling the shots
Couldn’t get in the door cause the building was locked!
I could die cause I’m lit and niggas be hating on me
And After the party them niggas was waiting on me
Die cause bro gave me a gun that ain’t work
Die cause somebody done sold me a fake perk
Die outta town , die riding around ..
This life shit a circus get murdered by a clown!
Die cause I slept I thought he was playing games
Headshot! fuck around lose half my brain like dark skin jermain..
Chilling Ina whip with a bitch got hit while she was sucking my dick
Got killed ina bed caught fucking his bitch
And, I ain’t know that she caught somethin she sick
I could Die at the top, die at the bottom, die cause my nigga was a snake I ain’t spot em
Die cause I ain’t listen when my mom told me watch em
Die cause he had it on em I was tryna box em
Somebody else beef turn me to a option
At the club cause I couldn’t get the Glock in..
Die cause I’m fucked up drunk, all slipping
Cause my mans got dusted and started trippin
Die Ina streets, or die Ina prison, die for my niggas, or die ona mission
Ayooo I really coulda died tho nfs
I was this close
Wasn’t going out like that
It’s Me
Coulda died when that bullet hit my back
But Allah knew I Strong enough and that I wouldn’t crack
I tried to turn back everything turned Black , ( Fast )
I was about to fold ( Wait ) I had to snap , ( Back )
Right back to reality it’s other ways that I could leave earth
Coulda died in my mother body while she giving birth
Coulda died from a tornado from spinning on niggas turf
Coulda died tryna follow the wave I can’t surf
I could die on the way to work to feed my son
I could die cause I ain’t have no more to feed my gun
I could die cause I was raised to see police and run
They gun get to blazing now the streets ain’t fun
I could Die From aids coulda died as a slave
Coulda died cause they brung a gun I wanted the fade
I could die in a fire I could die in a box
Keep my heat in the winter make it snow when it’s hot
I could die cause a bitch that always be in the mix
Be chilling in every hood a couple niggas done hit
She giving niggas the drop my name was put on the list
I’m slippin without a grip they hitting they didn’t miss
Pistol or automatic we 30 50 the clips
Frozen when it be flashing we call that taking a flick
My 40 and 30 girl the only things on the hip
Except the BB Simon I’m showing the ladies Drip
Showing the bitches pimp and showing the woman Temp
Teaching the pups growth stand on 10 never bent
They thinking what his life like shit a make you wonder
I’m in the rain stuck could prolly die from the thunder
Lighting I’m static shock this 40 Cal electric make you slide leave the g ride go and set trip
I could die from everything the world got to offer us
Especially them bullets in them pistols on them officers