Chords for Roddy Ricch - Die Young [Prod. by London on Tha Track] (Dir By JDFilms)

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[Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ I'm in [E] London, I ain't tryna [Em] die young, so I gotta ride with one.
Stood [Am] ten toes down in my Valencia.
[Bm] He ran out on a nigga that's a chata, chata.
[Am] Cold hearted nigga with the blocker, [Em] blocker.
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young.
[Bm] I'd [Am] rather be judged by [C] twelve than [B] carried by six.
[Em] I'ma go and post bail, just look at my [Bm] wrist.
Tell [C] me why the legends always gotta die [Em] quick.
When I'm in traffic, gotta slide with the [Bm] beam on me.
[Am] Cuz I keep out ten rack bustin' out the [B] jeans on me.
[Em] Nigga be hatin' I'm rich, it's all about the [G] cream on me.
[Am] If I ever get caught, I can't, they gon' [B] slide.
[Em] Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain't got the [G] time.
[Am] Flawless diamond nigga, can't never block the [B] shine.
They [Em] know I'm ballin' in the city like [G] DeRozan.
Gotta [Am] keep my niggas around me, I can't do the [Em] wrong friend.
I was knockin' down walls, now they [D] closin' in.
[Am] Hopped off the porch and then I hopped inside the [Bm] Porsche.
Ay, [Em] fuck bein' a side nigga, I'ma be the [D] main court.
[C] Whip the rolls like a young nigga, [G] main court.
I ain't tryna [Em] die young, so I gotta ride with one.
[G] Stood ten [Am] toes down in my Valencia.
_ [Em] He ran out on a nigga that's a chata, [G] chata.
[Am] Cold-hearted nigga with the blocker, [B] blocker.
Gotta [Em] keep it on me, I don't wanna die young.
[Bm] I'd rather [Am] be judged by 12 [C] than [B] carried by six.
[Em] I'ma go post bail, just look at my [Bm] wrist.
Tell [C] me why the legends always gotta [Em] die quick.
Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it [Bm] happen.
[Am] Me and my dogs, we was bussin' out them [B] Vandos.
[Em] Count out them hundreds, then we throw it in the [G] mattress.
[Am] Wrap it in plastic and throw it in the [B] attic.
I [Em] be in the streets, nigga, I stand [Bm] ten-toed.
Any [Am] nigga in my situation would've [B] been fooled.
We was [Em] trappin' out the basement, made it back [G] ten-fold.
Gotta stay [Am] out the way, that's why I'm always hundred [Em]-ten-fold.
We was fightin' fed cases, remember I was [D] two and old.
Nigga [Am] was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup,
I was [B] movin' slow.
I [Em] was down but over still, I always kept my [D] head up.
Nigga [C] gotta get my bread up, I don't wanna [G] die young.
I ain't tryna [Em] die young, so I gotta ride with one.
Stood ten [Am]-toed down in my Valencia.
_ [Bm] He ran out on a nigga, that's a cha-cha-cha-cha.
[Am] Cold-hearted nigga with the blocker, [Em] blocker.
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young.
[Bm] I'd rather [C] be just by twelve than [B] carried by six.
I'ma go and post bail, just look at my [Bm] rings.
Tell [C] me why the legends always gotta die. _ _
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