Live

[Chorus: Casanova]

I'ont wanna die broke

I'ont wanna die rich

Shit I'ont want no side bitch

I'ont want no fly shit

I'ont want drive shit

I'ont want no big crib

I'm just tryna live

Yeah, I'm just tryna live

I'm just tryna live

Yeah, I'm just tryna live

[Verse 1: Casanova]

All that other shit, you can have that

Man I'm past that

Had a Audi R8, but a nigga crashed that

I ain't wanna be the kid, that the kids laughed at

So i started runnin' the streets, but this my last lap

Cops wan' frisk me, homies wan' diss me

You sendin' shots, hope they miss me, R.I.P. Nipsey

I think my baby mom tryna turn my child against me

So I mix the D'usse with the juice, til it's empty

Sittin' in the can, gettin' richer was the plan

Now it's different cause the fam think I'm richer than I am

It was God's plan that I stand out