Richie Cosmoz - Died B4 Lyrics

Mm, yeah
Cosmoz checking in know I'm saying
What you think happens after you die

Go to the moon
Fly across the stars
Shit ain't nothing to be afraid of
Maybe that's just how it go

Maybe that's just how it go
Maybe that's just how it go
Maybe that's just how it go
Maybe that's just how it go

Hold on
We gone we gone touch the sky
My baby gonna reach that shit
I'm gonna reach new earth

Hold on, we gon aye
My baby gonna reach new earth
My baby gonna reach new earth
My baby gonna reach new earth
My baby gonna fly and reach the sky yea
My baby gonna fly and reach the sky yea
My baby gonna fly and reach the sky yea
My baby gonna fly and reach the sky woah
I got bitches dancin' on the floor

And you know I'm toting dirty poles
I got bitches takin' off their clothes
But life can get so grimey
I could show you how it goes

But you gotta watch your friends, they can turn right into enemies
Focus on yourself, get that bag just by any means
I don't need no help, all I ever had was only me
Saw that shit so clearly, like my nights off promethazine
Watch how all their faces change when I'm up in magazines

Tryna merge up in my lane, but don't getting past me
These boys a bunch of goofies man
They had they whole life paved
These girls a bunch of groupies man
They all tryna get saved
I don't want your coochie babe
I just want some loyalty
And I want some royalty
We all used to BeBe kids
We ain't never had much

Momma gave me like a couple bucks
The life I live they think is luck
If you live like me, that's how it come
Uh
Uh
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I might just fly and reach the sky
I might just fly and reach the sky
I might just fly and reach the sky
I might just fly and reach the sky

I might just fly and reach the sky
I might just fly and reach the sky
I might just fly and reach the sky
I might just fly and reach the sky

Leave this earth and take flight
Might just leave this earth and then take flight
Might just leave this earth and then take flight
Might just leave this earth and then take flight

What if I told you that I died before
Came back rocking Prada on my f*ckin' clothes
We don't accept handouts, we obey that code
When I'm out to geeked, I'ma switch my mode

I might just switch my mode
I might just switch my mode
I might just switch my mode
Might as well pop out, pop out with that new shit

I don't give a f*ck about that bitch, she like Ruth Chris
Block her number on my phone, answer back like who's this
I don't give a f*ck bout hoes, I just want something on my wrist
And my brother's wrist
And my sister's wrist
And my mama wrist
And my daddy wrist