Die Trying
Key Glock Lyrics

I'm smokin' three-five to the face (the face), .45 on my waistline
I'm consuming a significant amount of marijuana (three-five grams) directly to my face and carrying a .45 caliber gun on my hip.

Hustlin' every day (day), I be workin' overtime (yeah)
I'm constantly engaged in illegal activities to make money and I work extra hours beyond a regular workday.

Niggas still hatin' (hatin'), 'cause a nigga on his grind
People are still showing resentment towards me because I'm working hard and relentlessly pursuing success.

These hoes ain't worth a thing (a thing), I'ma get rich or die tryin' (yeah)
I don't value these promiscuous women, my primary focus is to become wealthy, and I won't stop trying until I achieve it.

Nigga try to take some over here then he gon' die tryin'
If someone attempts to take something from me, they will face severe consequences, even death.

All these bitches want me, think I need to start a hotline
Many women desire me, to the extent that I should establish a dedicated phone line to handle their attention.

Heater on me, middle of the winter with the top down (yeah)
I carry a firearm on my person, even during the coldest winter season, while driving with the convertible top down.

Chillin' with the mafia, even though I got mob ties
I casually associate with individuals involved in organized crime, despite having connections to that world myself.

I bake it like Tilapia, nigga, I keep it all the time
I skillfully prepare and distribute illegal substances like cooking Tilapia, always having a constant supply.

I live life like Monopoly, nigga, I'm chasin' dollar signs
I approach life with the mindset of playing the game Monopoly, relentlessly striving to accumulate wealth and financial success.

I'm smokin' on some broccoli, nigga, old hundreds, cauliflower (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm smoking marijuana (often referred to as broccoli), while also handling old one hundred dollar bills (resembling the vegetable cauliflower).

Money, respect and the power, bad boy just like Michael Lowrey
I desire wealth, admiration, and authority, resembling a rebellious and assertive individual like the character Michael Lowrey from the movie Bad Boys.

Fresh as hell, Austin Powers, time is money, get it every hour
I have a fashionable appearance similar to Austin Powers, and I understand the value of time, consistently working and earning money every hour.

Choppa singin' like a choir, money talk, these niggas quiet (shh)
My automatic firearm emits a sound similar to a choir singing, and when it comes to money, these individuals remain silent and envious.

Money talk, these niggas silent, pillow talk to bitches lyin'
Even though money speaks volumes, these individuals choose to stay quiet, but they deceitfully talk amongst women, spreading lies.

Never ever trust a smile, never rat to cut your time
One should never fully trust a friendly smile, and it's crucial not to betray or provide information to authorities that could reduce one's criminal sentence.

I don't skate but, yes, I grind, need every penny, nickel and dime
Although I don't participate in skateboarding, I do work meticulously to earn every cent, including small denominations.

Cutthroat, yeah, bitch, that's the tribe, in that yellow thang (yeah)
I belong to a ruthless and merciless group, asserting dominance and power, often seen cruising in a yellow vehicle.

I'ma get rich or die tryin'
I am determined to achieve significant wealth, and I won't stop pursuing it even if it means risking my life.