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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Programming
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rex Kudo
Rex Kudo
Producer
William Binderup
William Binderup
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We got London On Da Track
I'm in London, got my beat from London
[Chorus]
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ay
He ran out on a ****, that's a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted **** with the blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
Tell me why the legends always gotta die quick?
[Verse 2]
When I'm in traffic gotta slide with the beam on me
'Cause I keep 'bout ten racks bussin' at the jeans on me, ay
**** be hatin', I'm rich, it's all about the cream homie
If I ever get caught lackin', they gon' slide
Ever since I got the Rollie, I ain't got the time
Flawless diamond, **** can never block the shine
They know I'm ballin' in the city like DeRozan
Gotta keep my **** 'round me, I can't do the wrong friends
I was knockin' down walls, now they closin' in
Hopped off the porch and then I hopped inside the Porsche, ay
Fuck bein' the side ****, I'ma be the main course
Whip the Rolls like a young **** made for it
[Chorus]
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ay
He ran out on a ****, that's a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted **** with the blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
Tell me why the legends always gotta die quick?
[Verse 3]
Tryna get my bag, I had to go and make it happen
Me and my dogs, we was bussin' out them bandos
Count out them hunnids then we throw it in the mattress
Wrap it in plastic and throw it in the attic
I be in the streets ****, I stand ten toes
Any **** in my situation woulda been fold
We was trappin' out the basement, made it back tenfold
Gotta stay out the way, that's why I'm always 'hind the tint for
We was fightin' Fed cases, remember I was 2 and 0
**** was fightin' depression, sippin' syrup, I was movin' slow
I was down below but still, I always kept my head up
**** gotta get my bread up
I don't wanna die young, no, no, no
[Chorus]
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
Still ten toes down in my Balenciaga, ay
He ran out on a ****, that's a shotta, shotta
Cold hearted **** with the blocka, blocka
Gotta keep it on me, I don't wanna die young
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
Tell me why the legends always gotta die quick?
Written by: Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr., Rex Kudo, London Tyler Holmes
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