Till i die
K.A.S.T.A. Lyrics


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All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
Spare my heart in these sessions, I let it go learn my lesson

And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die

Okay now bang, bang, only thing a young nigga stack
Niggas ain’t tryna get racks, they rather sit on they ass
Nigga what the fuck is that
Nigga that’s some car cold that's on the hill
Side not I want a mill
Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win ain’t never waste no time
This that trap music, urban legend
Bitch I’m a urban legend, carry ’round a Smith N Wesson
Case a nigga wanna test it
Fuck you mean, fuck you mean, motivate all my niggas,
I’mma stack this shit up with my team
Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans
Drag racing on some peace treaties, that’s some shit you’d never see
Now I’m here with the king

And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die

Hold up, it what it look like
I got your girl with a girl like a bull dyke
Going, hard, on a all nighter
And then I give her back to you nigga I don't like her
Dis shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve that Lac, and spill this Yac
Keep my lane young bitch, the car 'bout that, ho check it
Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence
Fully automatic let you hear these pellets
Pellet, pellet, pellet, pellet pew nigga you betta' gone nigga
We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla
Got a bad bitch with no thong with her
And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
So good made her running back
She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill, I made double that
The nigga had her eating double stacks
I fill her pocket up with whatever stack
She do it right, get another rack
Crib with a heli pad, full of fine bitches hella bad
Run out of cash, nigga never that

And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
Hundred K, two or three in the sack




And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of K.A.S.T.A.'s song "Till I Die" depict the rapper's determination to make it big and achieve his dreams. The usage of the word "niggas" may be interpreted as a reference to his close friends or accomplices, who are also driven by the same motivation. In the first stanza, K.A.S.T.A. boasts of his wealth and income, claiming that he is so financially secure that he can adorn his necklace with the rent money of his friends. He further goes on to highlight his sexual prowess and choice of women. The line "between her legs is a blessing" portrays his womanizing abilities, which he believes will help him climb up the ladder of success.


Furthermore, in the second stanza, K.A.S.T.A. emphasizes his gritty determination to become successful, even if it means resorting to violence to eliminate any obstacles in his way. He talks about his origins and how he rose from rags to riches, never wasting any time in pursuing his goals. K.A.S.T.A. also portrays himself as someone who is willing to take risks, as he drag races and flouts peace treaties.


Overall, the lyrics of "Till I Die" embody the hustle culture and the idea of the American Dream. K.A.S.T.A. portrays himself as a relentless hustler who will stop at nothing to achieve success, even if it means trampling over others or resorting to violence. The song is an ode to the idea that hard work and determination can overcome any obstacle in life.


Line by Line Meaning

All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
My friends are wild and uncontrolled, and I am so wealthy that I can pay for your rent with my jewelry


She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
A woman wants me sexually again and again, and her intimate parts bring me great joy


Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
I may travel to Texas and accumulate wealth in a highly organized and strategic manner, like the game Tetris


Spare my heart in these sessions, I let it go learn my lesson
I leave my emotions aside in these tough situations and learn from them


And know we all 'bout the bankroll
We are all focused on making money


But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
We have restraints for every situation or person, like the different colors of a rainbow


Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I won't waste time arguing with a promiscuous woman


I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
I will use my gun to end a problematic situation


Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
We are relaxing in the back seat, counting our money and smoking marijuana


Hundred K, two or three in the sack
We have a few hundred thousand dollars in a bag or sack


And all we know is double up and stay fly
Our goal is to make twice as much money and maintain our cool image


And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die
We will keep making money through hard work and determination for our entire lives


Okay now bang, bang, only thing a young nigga stack
The only thing young people prioritize is accumulating money


Niggas ain’t tryna get racks, they rather sit on they ass
People are lazy and don't want to earn money


Nigga that’s some car cold that's on the hill
That is an expensive car parked on the hill


Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
I am wearing a stylish pea coat and will show you how to live a wealthy lifestyle


Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win ain’t never waste no time
I always dreamt of being successful and never wasted any time in achieving my goals


This that trap music, urban legend
This is music about financial struggles and urban myths


Bitch I’m a urban legend, carry ’round a Smith N Wesson
I am a legend in the city and always carry a gun for protection


Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
We are relaxing in the back seat, counting our money and smoking marijuana


Hundred K, two or three in the sack
We have a few hundred thousand dollars in a bag or sack


And all we know is double up and stay fly
Our goal is to make twice as much money and maintain our cool image


And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die
We will keep making money through hard work and determination for our entire lives


Hold up, it what it look like
Wait a minute, let's analyze the situation


I got your girl with a girl like a bull dyke
I have taken your girlfriend, who is masculine in appearance


Going, hard, on a all nighter
We are staying up all night, working hard


And then I give her back to you nigga I don't like her
After I am done with her, I will return her to you because I do not like her


Dis shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
This task is simple and can be done quickly, but let's be prepared in case of emergency


Keep my lane young bitch, the car 'bout that, ho check it
Stay out of my way, because my car is superior and you should acknowledge that


Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
If you are looking for a fight, I am ready to give it to you


Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
I never hesitate and I am here to teach you a lesson, commoner


Fully automatic let you hear these pellets
I have a fully automatic gun that will let you know the power of the bullets


So good made her running back
I am so good in bed that she came back to me


The nigga had her eating double stacks
The other guy had her eating cheap and unhealthy food, while I am giving her wealth and luxury


I fill her pocket up with whatever stack
I give her as much money as she wants and fill her pockets with it


She do it right, get another rack
If she performs well, I will give her even more money


Crib with a heli pad, full of fine bitches hella bad
My house has a helicopter landing pad and is filled with beautiful and sexy women


Run out of cash, nigga never that
I will never run out of money


And know we all 'bout the bankroll
We are all focused on making money


But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow
We have restraints for every situation or person, like the different colors of a rainbow


Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I won't waste time arguing with a promiscuous woman


I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with
I will use my gun to end a problematic situation


Counting money blowing weed in the back, in the back
We are relaxing in the back seat, counting our money and smoking marijuana


Hundred K, two or three in the sack
We have a few hundred thousand dollars in a bag or sack


And all we know is double up and stay fly
Our goal is to make twice as much money and maintain our cool image


And run that check up, be a hustler 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die
We will keep making money through hard work and determination for our entire lives




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CLIFFORD HARRIS, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON

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