Intro
Yeah-yeah
Hmm hmm hmm
Many brothers on the street, yeah
They don’t wanna die broke, uh-uh

Chorus
Many niggahs die young (die young)
‘Cause they don’t wanna die broke (die broke)
Money for the fame, money for the name
But the hustle leave pain, oh no
Many niggahs die young (die young)
‘Cause they don’t wanna die broke (die broke)
Chasing after gold, story never told
Na so the street dey go, oh-oh

Verse 1
See the boys wey dey shine on the corner
Dripping ice, Balenciaga designer
Big flex, but inside they suffer
Risking life, just to ball like a stunner
Mama praying every day for survival
But the street take the youth as a rival
Easy money but the price so viral
One mistake, and you gone with the rifle

Pre-Chorus
Nobody wan carry last, no way
But the fast life dey make man pay
One foot for heaven, one foot for grave
Chasing money like say no delay

Chorus
Many niggahs die young (die young)
‘Cause they don’t wanna die broke (die broke)
Money for the fame, money for the name
But the hustle leave pain, oh no
Many niggahs die young (die young)
‘Cause they don’t wanna die broke (die broke)
Chasing after gold, story never told
Na so the street dey go, oh-oh

Verse 2
Every day na new Benz on the highway
But who dey talk ’bout the blood for the driveway?
One night, one call, then your life fade
Tomorrow never sure for this mind game
Yahoo boys dey ball, but the curse dey real
Some dey chop, some dey fall, that’s the bitter pill
Internet money but the gun dey still
If you slip, na your blood them go spill

Verse 3
Dreams of mansion, dreams of Dubai
But the fast lane quick turn goodbye
Many bros dey lost, mama still dey cry
Chasing wealth, but the grave dey nigh
Na wetin make man hustle with fear
Na wetin make man drown in tears
Life too short for the pride wey we wear
Street no dey smile, e go take who dey near

Verse 4 – Rap
Yahoo boys dey flex with the iPhone glow,
But behind closed doors, na the shrine they go,
Mix ritual with fraud, blood stain the road,
Think say na jackpot, but na death they owe.
One by one, bros dey drop like rain,
Money sweet, but the juju bring pain,
Fast Benz ride, but the crash insane,
Mama for the village still dey call your name.
They say “cut soap,” but the soap get price,
Spirits dey collect when you roll that dice,
Die young, die fast, never live that life,
Street cold, many bros pay sacrifice.

Bridge
Oh, I don’t wanna die young
But I don’t wanna die broke
Life too short, my brother
Choose the way wey dey give you hope
Oh, I don’t wanna die young
But I don’t wanna die broke
Street cold, my brother
Many stories never get told

Chorus
Many niggahs die young (die young)
‘Cause they don’t wanna die broke (die broke)
Money for the fame, money for the name
But the hustle leave pain, oh no
Many niggahs die young (die young)
‘Cause they don’t wanna die broke (die broke)
Chasing after gold, story never told
Na so the street dey go, oh-oh

Outro
Rest in peace to the bros wey don go (wey don go)
Street life cold like