Testo I don't wanna die G Herbo

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die anymore
Lived so many lives in a row
Devil on the right, angel left (It's cold)
Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
I don't wanna die anymore
The weather here outside is cold
Devil on the right, angel left (It's cold)
Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack

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Wanna' see my life? A movie, press play
Bitch, the street ain't checkers, it's a chess game
Now, let's play
War time niggas blazin' at us daily, I must say
But we was brave
Killed my nigga, we back out the next day
And I ain't even hesitate
Did some shit and pour up lean, 'cause that's my way to meditate
And we took niggas breath away
Seen some shit, I'll never say
Bullet hit him and missed me
But I was just a step away
Damn, I caught a blessing
Ooh, we taught that op' a lesson
Shooters kappa-alpha steppin'
I done let off Smith and Wessons
Thirty-shot tree-fifty-sevens
Forty glock, my preference
That compact twenty-seven and the twenty-three
That's the regular
Staying strapped, 'cause I'm getting fetty'
I can't go to heaven
I done lived like, four lives
Let off four-fives
Niggas want me dead, I'm still alive that's no surprise
I'ma put that bitch right in between, like both his eyes
Do the wrong shit, we at his addy' going inside
Choppa' in my hand, I got a pistol on my side
I'ma put this bitch right in his mouth, like open wide
Word to the wise, I used to roll with older guys
So he might be bigger than me, but this bitch was oversized
We gon' dress up for the hit cause that's before his time
Like he saw a magic trick, I'm tryna' blow a nigga mind
I ain't say he was no bitch, I saw the soul in his eyes
I don't give a fuck I'm still gone put his skull in his thighs
Kobe took his last breath, I seen him rolling his eyes on the nine
He know we ain't sleep, we rode on the 'shhhh'
And this savage shit was tough it took a toll on us
Had to keep them poles on us, reaper trying to hold on us
And you 'pose to be a killer, but you told on us
Fuck your dead homies, we had gloves on us
Niggas hate us
We gettin money, now we glow'd on em
Savage niggas turned over, V-V-S and gold on us

I don't wanna die anymore
Lived so many lives in a row
Devil on the right, angel left (It's cold)
Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack
I don't wanna die anymore
The weather here outside is cold
Devil on the right, angel left (It's cold)
Won't lack, won't lack, won't lack