"The Good Die Young ft. Sav Killz" song overview :
Cappadonna just released a new track, called “The Good Die Young”. The song features Sav Killz, and it's off DJ Ronin & DJ Snips’ upcoming mixtape "All Elements Vol 12."

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The Good Die Young ft. Sav Killz lyrics

Well it seems the good die young, yeah

Hey yo, I used to sell crack, growing up in the hood
Yeah I broke the law too, but the money was good
And I never came home, I used to live in the spot
Man … kept the bundle of rocks
In this slums… where I learned to struggle
Gotta keep your head down, cause these thugs will touch you
It’s real though, these niggers got bus last night
I’m still here, why niggers trying to change they life?
It’s madness, park hill got a nigger confused
A lot of shorties die young, trying to fill them shoes
Of a hustler, grind still stabbing, bust ya
Niggers get live in the gutter, the calico kills…
Should have moved… now you caught in the tough …
It’s real in these streets out here, thought it was over
Now I’m gripping on my shit, like a … soldier

Well it seems the good die young, yeah

The good die young, the hood …
Could you survive any given, …
These little niggers ain’t hesitant…
You hear the…
Bullets … with precision, then they hit up a bomb
… better school your sons
It ain’t about nothing but jaws, bitches and ones
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… even suicide youngster…
You might as well spend the life time locked in imprisonment
… let’s all break bread and put the safety on each

Well it seems the good die young, yeah

A lot of niggers die young for the love of money
Whether hustling or pimp, in a love was funny
We never let material shit change the mind state
We grew up like brothers but the time escaped
We in the streets now, it’s like everybody for self
We used to trap and get money now these young niggers got the belt
Bullets…smoke blunts and get well
You don’t wanna pop off then adapt to the small cell
It’s heaven out here, but believe me it’s all hell
Might fuck upon your pills, landlorded your door bell
We always gotta do something to keep the poor well
Life sticks something up but we don’t want to
We live on those blocks where the police wants you
… grew up with, came up missing
Trying to sing rap to them, but they don’t listen
A lot of niggers die young with they trigger finger steady itching

Well it seems the good die young, yeah.

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