In this track, the artist paints a vivid picture of his relentless pursuit of success despite the hurdles he faces. He speaks about his commitment to hustling and working overtime, highlighting his determination to rise above the negativity and hate from others. The lyrics also express his disregard for unworthy relationships as he prioritizes wealth accumulation. Key Glock's references to carrying a .45 on his waistline and being ready to "get rich or die trying" underscore the risks he's willing to take in his quest for prosperity. His mention of never trusting a smile and not ratting to cut time indicates a deep-seated distrust borne out of life experiences. Overall, this song is an anthem of resilience, ambition, and the pursuit of financial success at all costs.
Die Trying
Lyrics
(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)
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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