Capo: 5th fret [Instrumenal] Am G F G Am G F G [Chorus 1] F G A G I ain't tryin' to die young so I ride with one F Still ten toes down in my Balenciaga Am G You ran up on that man, that's a shot to shot F Cold hearted killer with the Blocka Blocka Am G Gotta keep it on me I don't wanna die young Am G F Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 Am G F I'm a gonna post bail just look at my list [Verse 1] Am G F Tell me who I'm alleged, he's gotta die quick Am G Tryin' to get my bag I had to go and make it happen F G Me and my dogs we was bustin' out them van doors Am G Coming out understand we throw him in a mattress F F/G Wrap it in plastic then we throw it in the attic [Verse 2] Am G I'm in the streets home I'm talking ten toes F G Anybody in my situation woulda been fol Am We were strapping out that basement we made it back tenfold Am G Gotta get out stay away that's why I'm on it ten four F We was fightin fair cases that's why I was up two and four G Am G I was fighting depression sipping syrup now I'm moving slow Am G I was down below but I always kept my head up G/F G Gotta give my bad up why? 'cause I ain't trying to die young G Am So I ride with one [Chorus 2] Am G Still ten toes up in my Balenciaga F G He ran up on that man that's a shot to shot Am G Cold-blooded killer with the Blocka Blocka F G Gotta keep it on me I don't wanna die young F G I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 Am G I'm a gonna post bail just looked at my list F G Tell me why the legends always gotta die quick
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