Juice WRLD — Die to Live

[Intro] ATL Jacob Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh Skrt, skrt, skrt [Chorus] I got drive like four wheels In my mind off four pills No I can't feel I got burry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah) But I'ma steer it still (I can't) 'Cause you gotta die to live (Skrt, skrt, skrrt) I got drive like four wheels In my mind off four pills No I can't feel (I can't) I got blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah) But I'ma steer it still (Yeah) 'Cause you gotta die to live [Verse 1] Taking risk after fucking risk, after fucking risk I remember I had to water whip, almost fucked my wrist up Now it's houses in the fucking hills, rich as fuck for real 'Member she ain't let me fuck her then, now she gon' let me get some Droppin' the Wock in the fruit punch 'Member rockin' the Robins and toting guns And I got ice like Toboggan and drip like a faucet It's Gucci my ooh, Gucci my closet You better not try to rob us, my niggas ridin' Double R truck I pull up they inside it Bought my bitch a new watch I knew she was excited To shine on these bitches that hate that she got it Haters gon' hate everyday I don't doubt it Success make a hater go straight suicidal I'm smokin' exotic, my car is exotic My girl is exotic, she solvin' my problems I was hangin' with killers and drillers and dealers And thieves, and juggers, finessers and robbers I got rich I'm still hangin' with killers and drillers And thieves, finessers, them juggers and robbers (Skr, skr, skrr) [Chorus] I got drive like four wheels In my mind off four pills No I can't feel (I can't) I got blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah) But I'ma steer it still (Yeah) 'Cause you gotta die to live (Skrt, skrt, skrrt) I got drive like four wheels In my mind off four pills No I can't feel I got blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah) But I'ma steer it still (Yeah) 'Cause you gotta die to live [Verse 2] Uh I touch the ceiling off the perc Remember when I was stealing all the percs Remember when I was moving all the work Remember when I was covered in sin I ain't know what to do, I was making shit work Funeral service, my niggas leavin' earth No one was there when my dick was in the dirt No one was there when my bro was in a hearse I made it far, yeah, yeah, yeah Had to give it my all, yeah, yeah, yeah From the way that I ball, shots that I call All of them fall, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't go in the mall, why 'Cause I think I been bought it all, right But the money don't catch my fall No one's there when I call, right [Refrain] Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh Skrt, skrt, skrrt [Chorus] I got drive like four wheels In my mind off four pills No I can't feel (I can't) I got blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah) But I'ma steer it still (Yeah) 'Cause you gotta die to live (Skrt, skrt, skrrt) I got drive like four wheels In my mind off four pills No I can't feel (I can't) I got blurry vision at the steering wheel (Yeah) But I'ma steer it still (Yeah) 'Cause you gotta die to live