I Don't Wanna...
Fredro Lyrics

God, I'm callin', yes I'm callin' for you
Asking God for guidance and support on life's journey

When I die, I wanna die like Princess Di Blastin' Ready to Die, late night pushin' a five Hit the Westside high, doing ninety five Let the will go, like fuck it, closin' my eyes
Describing a desire to die in a thrilling and exhilarating way rather than wasting away

Tired of living, have my niggas die in the prison Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden To be the next rapper to die, what if it was me? 'cause see ya now face flashin' on the MTV
Expressing fear and anxiety about dying and becoming another tragic statistic in the world of rap

Front page in the paper, front of the source Jealous niggas laughin', pain and feel no remorse Every mornin' kissin' my moms, readin' from psalms Other rappers showin' love, dedicatin' me songs
Imagining the aftermath of his death and how it would be portrayed in the media and among his peers

When I'm gone, thugs'll analyze the last day's verse Hear the pain and the flow of my life is cursed Wakin' up wit the smell of death, shakin' in cold sweats Nightmares every night, breathin' of short breath
Reflecting on the impact his music and legacy will have after his death and the toll it takes on his mental health

Wit gun to my head, won't be makin' me more stressed The second chance of life, got me feelin' I'm Lord blessed I'm God sent, here to talk to the children Teach them not to blast, they gats wit no feeling
Grateful for the second chance at life and determined to make a difference by teaching others to avoid violence

Teach them not to stash they cracks by the building Teach them 'bout the game of life, it's thug livin', we all die
Continuing to advocate for non-violence and emphasizing the harsh realities of street life

What up be-Wiz? It's been quite some time I ain't see you in a while since you left in '89 And I still got the demos before we got signed Every rhyme I write you be in the back of my mind
Remembering old friends in the music industry and feeling their absence after they passed away

Yo Big L, congratulations dog, your shit went gold Always knew you was a nice nigga, destined to blow Seen you uptown, burnin' niggas, testin' ya flow Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over
Celebrating the success of fellow rappers who made it big, and reminiscing on their skills and personalities

Freaky Tah, what up my nigga? Damn you still look fly You in heaven and you still gettin' high, pass the lye Shit yo Eazy, what up dog? I know we never met Used to bang niggaz with attitude, cleanin' the tech
Paying homage to deceased rappers and imagining what they might be doing in the afterlife

Respect ya gangsta since the video you rhymed in the jail Then you popped up on the stage, that shit was hard as hell My nigga Pun, what up son? I ain't forget you kid I'm still rewindin' and succedin' on the joint that we did
Expressing admiration for the talent and bravery of rappers who faced adversity and persevered

What up Banky? Who thought you would of made it here first Big and Pac rollin' dice like they never had beef Big Stretch, side bettin', standin' next to Trouble T Though I never met Kadafi, what up God? Peace
Acknowledging the triumphs and tragedies of rappers from different backgrounds and paying respect to those who have passed away

By the way, you heard the record that I did wit your peeps? It's love, Buffy the Beatbox, Moore Spurgs, Scott Larock Dyin' 4 rap, for love of hip-hop, we all die
Sharing news of a new project with friends and emphasizing the passion and dedication that goes into the world of hip-hop

Then years are dying, gotta keep your eying Streets don't be lying, keep families crying I don't wanna die, no, no yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah I don't wanna die, I don't wanna, wanna die
Reflecting on the harsh reality of life on the streets and the devastating effects of violence