Rather Die Songtext
von D-Vo

Growing up I was full of shit
Writing bout shooting bullet clips
Weed and a lil molly with it
Not for certain, but I prolly did it
Thought the others would appreciate
Cause the drill scene was the new wave
Validation stuck in my head
So I′m making stories just to get paid
Never showed my mom the words I wrote
Too vulgar for my age
Talking bout some shit I'll never know
This song could get me played
And I want the attention
I want the fans and the follows and mentions
So if that means I should follow a trend Maybe that means I could have records selling
So we be the crew, faces that we see is blue
Stuck at the top like it′s glue
I got the flu, cause now I'm aiming at you
Something you already knew
I was like 2, when I discovered the juice
I'm only keeping it true, I only grew
To be the greatest rapper that I can be
Yeah I′m in your view, 10 days straight
Finished 2 mixtapes
When the first one drop it′s gonna be an earthquake
Second one drop, it's gon have to help the kids wake
But for now, I′ll put my foot upon the brake
Now I'm asking


Oh on this lonely road
I go where no one goes
Do it for the money, do it for the fame
Yeah when you make it, it might never be the same
I don′t see a purpose in this life
Sometimes I think I'd rather die

I was down, came up with the same team
I was broke, struggling for a little green
I was stuck tryna find meaning in my life
I remember that day, hand on the knife
I was ready to end it off
Cause the bullying got too much
I never had a happy month
I was raised by bad luck
Mama tryna keep the lights on
Know she wanted me to stay strong
So I turned into a different character
Just to boss up and right my wrongs
No I never got them good grades
Came home, never all A′s
Took time for herself, wanted something good
So she looked to God, prayed
How I'm caught up in the money, listen
So many niggas do the same, and I swear we trippin
We neglect the help we get, my nigga pay attention
Or you'll be 6 feet under, or locked up in the system
We should do better for the generation of artists that know whassup
We see our people stuck
We talking bout change, all of us want it now
But we too busy with ourselves to figure out how

Oh on this lonely road
I go where no one goes
Do it for the money, do it for the fame
Yeah when you make it, it might never be the same
I don′t see a purpose in this life
Sometimes I think I′d rather die

We must either think or engage in some activity to escape thought
The headlong, continuous chase for pleasure in which most people
Spend all their leisure time is only an effort to escape thought