I Don't Die Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner 

Woo, woo, woo, woo woo! 

Mind yo motherfuckin' business, ain't nothing you gotta see 

How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me 

Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me 

And my niggas mobbin' deep, I'm a fucking prodigy 

I know, I know that you been envy, bitch it ain't that hard to see 

Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me 

Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me 

Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me 

I know you probably want that - 

You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah 

Hoping that they don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life 

And you shot me down, shot me down, 

shot me down, shot me down, shot me down 

That's all right (Buck, buck) I don't die 

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B-b-bad to the bone, 

everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad til' they ass be alone 

Now you back in the cold 

And I'm laughing at every single fact 

that they don't want me on half of these songs 

It was that from the go, 

just a bunch of little spoilt fucking bastards 

Every single one 'em would laugh at my joke 

Niggas pass the Patron, 

I think I'm go and drink it until I pass out in the back of the Rover 

Ménage on my mind (aye) 

I've been on my grind (woo) 

Been through so much, sometimes think that god ain't on my side 

I cut all my friends off then say y'all ain't on my vibe 

And it's so much more to life than drinking, party all the time, woah 

This gon' last a lifetime 

(lifetime), no more mister nice guy (nice guy) 

I text Jaden Smith, and told that nigga he a icon (icon) 

Don't get shit fucked up, just cause I ain't got no ice on 

Don't mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time 

I'm like, where the hell you been at? 

I've been doing this since I was a kid and 

my grandma used to ask me where my head at 

Always in trouble cause I was never learning nothing 

except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks 

All that's been sleeping on me, fuck it, where the bed at? 

Cause I've been struggling, tryna be on top of them other niggas 

Blind for me, but fuck it, 

doesn't mean nothin' if their music ain't 

really cuttin' it they can hit the gutter 

One day y'all gon see me (see me) 

I make shy look freaky (freaky) 

I make dry look greasy (woo) 

I make hard look easy (easy) 

I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe 

Now I'm all on TV hoe (woo) 

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Mind yo motherfuckin' business, ain't nothing you gotta see 

How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me 

Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me 

I don't want to hear no sorrys, bitch fuck your apology 

I know, I know that you been envy, damn it ain't that hard to see 

I don't wanna get to know you, no please don't say hi to me 

Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me 

Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me 

I know you probably want that - 

You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah 

Hoping that they don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life 

And you shot me down, shot me down, 

shot me down, shot me down, shot me down 

That's all right (Buck, buck) I don't die 

That's why a nigga ride round with a weapon 

Better that than me lying on a stretcher 

Gun shot, pow, pow, pow, applying all the pressure 

Potato on the chopper, shooting through the pillow 

Blood on the feathers 

Rolling dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7's 

Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil 

Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better 

Man I swear to god you better talk to the reverend (buck, buck, buck) 

Me, I'm on the weed, high, dehydrated 

Her booty fuckin' skin tight, Levi made it 

Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable 

Keep my cards in my pocket, never put em' on the table