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Roddy Ricch - Die Young 
 
Capo: 1st fret 
 
[Intro] 
We got London on the track 
 
I'm in London, got my beat from London 
 
[Chorus] 
            G 
I ain't tryna die young, so I  
            D 
gotta ride with one 
        Em 
Stood ten toes down in my  
     C 
Balenziaga, ayy 
         G 
He ran down on a nigga, that’s  
       D 
a shotta, shotta 
      Em 
Cold hearted nigga, wet tha  
    C 
blocka, blocka 
      G 
Gotta keep it on me, I don't  
    D 
wanna die young 
       Em 
I rather be judged by twelve,  
   C 
than carried by six 
      G 
How Am I gon' post bail? Just 
        D 
look at my wrist 
          Em 
Tell me, why the legends always 
     C 
gotta die quick? 
 
[Verse 1] 
       G 
When I'm in traffic gotta slide 
      D 
with the beam on me 
        Em 
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks  
          C 
bussin' out the jeans on me 
       G 
Niggas be hatin', I'm rich,  
             D 
it's all about the cream, homie 
    Em 
If I ever get caught lackin',  
       C 
they gon' slide 
       G 
Ever since I got the Rollie, I  
          D 
ain't got the time 
     Em 
Flawless diamonds, niggas can't 
         C 
never block the shine 
       G 
They know I'm ballin' in the  
        D 
city like DeRozan 
        Em 
Gotta keep my niggas 'round me, 
         C 
I can't  Do the wrong friends 
     G 
I was knockin' down walls, now  
  D 
they closin' in 
        Em 
Hopped off the porch, and then  
           C 
I hopped inside the Porsche, ayy 
        G 
Fuck being the side nigga, I'ma 
    D 
be the main course 
      Em 
Whipped the Rolls like a young  
   C 
nigga made for it 
 
[Chorus] 
            G 
I ain't tryna die young, so I  
            D 
gotta ride with one 
        Em 
Stood ten toes down in my  
     C 
Balenciaga, ayy 
         G 
He ran down on a nigga, that’s  
       D 
a shotta, shotta 
      Em 
Cold hearted nigga wet that  
   C 
blocka, blocka 
     G 
Gotta keep it on me, I don't  
    D 
wanna die young 
        Em 
I rather be judged by twelve,  
   C 
than carried by six 
      G 
How Am I gon' post bail? Just 
       D 
look at my wrist 
          Em 
Tell me, why the legends always 
    C 
gotta die quick? 
 
[Verse 2] 
  G 
Tryna get my bag, I had to       Go 
      D 
and make it happen 
     Em 
Me and my dogs, we was bussin'  
      C 
out them bandos 
        G 
Count out them hunnids, then we 
           D 
throw it in the mattress 
      Em 
Wrap it in plastic, and throw  
         C 
it in the attic 
          G 
I be in the streets, nigga, I  
  D 
stand ten toes 
  Em 
Any nigga in my situation  
   C 
would've been fold 
   G 
We was trappin' out the  
 
basement, made it back  
 D 
tenfold 
           Em 
Gotta stay out the way, that's  
           C 
why I'm always on the tinfoil 
   G 
We was fightin' fed cases,  
      D 
'member I was 2 and 0 
            Em 
Nigga was fightin' depression,  
              C 
sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow 
    G 
I was down below, but still, I  
        D 
always kept my head up 
          Em 
Nigga gotta get my bread up, I  
      C 
don't wanna die young 
 
[Chorus] 
            G 
I ain't tryna die young, so I  
           D 
gotta ride with one 
        Em 
Stood ten toes down in my  
    C 
Balenziaga Ayy 
         G 
He ran down on a nigga, that’s  
      D 
a shotta, shotta 
     Em 
Cold hearted nigga wet that  
    C 
blocka, blocka 
   G 
Gotta keep it on me, I don't  
     D 
wanna die young 
        Em 
I rather be judged by twelve,  
    C 
than carried by six 
      G 
How Am I gon' post bail? Just 
       D 
look at my wrist 
           Em 
Tell me, why the legends always 
     C 
gotta die quick?