Thurow Bars - Die Tryna Live lyrics

[Hook] My young boy just drove by in a stolen car Just another n***a out here going hard Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire He got the devil on his back and he sell fire Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products He say a prayer before he leave the crib Cause you can die for how you tryina leave I say a prayer before I leave the crib n***as hating on me, that's just how it is I'm from the streets b**h, f** the music bizz Deal or no deal, I'm still gonn drive the newest whips Yes, more men to silence, now I'm f**ing this b**h Where every neighborhood got a money making mitch And we all know how much he love the game sponsored links Getting money, paying bills n***a, f**ing gang For my mama I do anything If you ain't feeding family, you's a f**in lame For my fam I risk it all, I know what you thinking, so typical But I don't really gotta risk sh** Cause luckily, me and my n***as ball I had to get the devil off my back But this motherf**er keep on coming back These lil n***as out here living the thug life Sentenced them to 30 years, that boy threatened that judge life [Hook] My young boy just drove by in a stolen car Just another n***a out here going hard Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire He got the devil on his back and he sell fire Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products He say a prayer before he leave the crib Cause you can die for how you tryina leave I'm just a product of my enviroinment In my city, I got stripes on some tiger sh** That pistol put a lot of n***as in retirement That dirty money get washed, then we iron it These b**hes tryina sell dreams and I ain't buying it Seeing a hunned thousand cash is so inspiring Sometimes I feel somebody watching me It's probably the same motherf**ers who's tryina copy me Yeah, now everybody digging me Windows up, now everybody history Everybody rappin, everybodty in the industry I swear to god, gun to my head These n***as k**in me They say thurow keep spittin hood lines Throwing dollars at strippers, definition of good times It's been bad so long, now it's the good life Enjoying ever second Cause how I'm living, I could die [Hook] My young boy just drove by in a stolen car Just another n***a out here going hard Guns in the trunk, work in the spare tire He got the devil on his back and he sell fire Look, a vision enviroinment, he just a product Everyday he risk his life, so he can purchase products He say a prayer before he leave the crib Cause you can die for how you tryina leave.