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Die Trying Video (MV)




Performed By: Key Glock
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Markeyvius Cathey




Key Glock - Die Trying Lyrics
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(Band)
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy, hol' up, let me fire this blunt up, right quick
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I'm smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
Smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah, yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)

Nigga try to take some over here then he gon' die tryin'
All these bitches want me, think I need to start a hotline
Heater on me, middle of the winter with the top down (yeah)
Chillin' with the mafia, even though I got mob ties
I bake it like Tilapia, nigga, I keep it all the time
I live life like Monopoly, nigga, I'm chasin' dollar signs
I'm smokin' on some broccoli, nigga, old hundreds, cauliflower (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, old hundreds, cauliflower
Money, respect and the power, bad boy just like Michael Lowrey
Fresh as hell, Austin Powers, time is money, get it every hour
Choppa singin' like a choir, money talk, these niggas quiet (shh)
Money talk, these niggas silent, pillow talk to bitches lyin'
Never ever trust a smile, never rat to cut your time
I don't skate but, yes, I grind, need every penny, nickel and dime
Cutthroat, yeah, bitch, that's the tribe, in that yellow thang (yeah)

I'm smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
Smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah, yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)

I'ma get rich or die tryin'
There you go
Die tryin' (Yeah)
Glizzock
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
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(Band)
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy, hol' up, let me fire this blunt up, right quick
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I'm smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
Smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah, yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)

Nigga try to take some over here then he gon' die tryin'
All these bitches want me, think I need to start a hotline
Heater on me, middle of the winter with the top down (yeah)
Chillin' with the mafia, even though I got mob ties
I bake it like Tilapia, nigga, I keep it all the time
I live life like Monopoly, nigga, I'm chasin' dollar signs
I'm smokin' on some broccoli, nigga, old hundreds, cauliflower (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, old hundreds, cauliflower
Money, respect and the power, bad boy just like Michael Lowrey
Fresh as hell, Austin Powers, time is money, get it every hour
Choppa singin' like a choir, money talk, these niggas quiet (shh)
Money talk, these niggas silent, pillow talk to bitches lyin'
Never ever trust a smile, never rat to cut your time
I don't skate but, yes, I grind, need every penny, nickel and dime
Cutthroat, yeah, bitch, that's the tribe, in that yellow thang (yeah)

I'm smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
Smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah, yeah)
Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)

I'ma get rich or die tryin'
There you go
Die tryin' (Yeah)
Glizzock
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
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