Knucks & Stormzy – Die Hard Lyrics

I was tryna buy an eighth
I pray to God, I’m in the right lane
Goin’ out a hundred on the highway
Out the sunroof screamin’, “Yippee ki-yay!”
I ain’t tryna die hard, I’m tryna die great
Dissectin’ my life on a live bass
You think I’m here to suite you, you got it sideways
You tryna find ways to tie into my tight race

My cashmere gotta go in eye rate
I know she moves her mind with the right suede
The finest leather, my endeavour’s kinda high stakes
I put the steak on the table for the right plate

I put my fork in your thoughts and make you think forward
Thought and I’ve been drawed
I show first like my drink’s poured
Figured it just can’t get any worst, so I risk more
Got a nigga tryna unlearn shit I been taught

I was tryna buy an eighth
I pray to God, I’m in the right lane
Goin’ out a hundred on the highway
Out the sunroof screamin’, “Yippee ki-yay!”
I ain’t tryna die hard, I’m tryna die great
Dissectin’ my life on a live bass
You think I’m here to suite you, you got it sideways
You tryna find ways to tie into my tight race

Now you really got it backwards
This cap, G, when you see me, we gon’ have words
A man swerve on the beat like a mad burst, but
She can never put me on the backburner

Wa-wa-wanna take it there, I take it back further
Knucks is headin’ the rebellion like I’m Nat Turner
Mans word, I can never be a mans worker
Work the plan, we can never let the plan work us

I was tryna buy an eighth
I pray to God, I’m in the right lane
Goin’ out a hundred on the highway
Out the sunroof screamin’, “Yippee ki-yay!”
I ain’t tryna die hard, I’m tryna die great
Dissectin’ my life on a live bass
You think I’m here to suite you, you got it sideways
You tryna find ways to tie into my tight race (yo)

Niggas too fake and tryna be real
My brudda empty out the clip and then he refill
Old school, I don’t ever let the tea spill
From way back when mummy used to tell me, “Keep still”
If it’s less than eight figures, that’s a weak deal
Someone told me that success is just a steep hill
I’ll pay good money for a cheap thrill
I’m Rashford if you fuckin’ with my free meal, boom

Nowadays, I stay oblivious
In the hood with geniuses and illiterates
She just want that thug love, I do it vigorous
And it’s never trouble tryna find a, mmm
They wanna be Big Mike, but they stay lean
Put the culture on my chest and push the weight clean
Kinda funny that my streamin’ ain’t my main stream
I reckon me and Kanye got the same dream
Dream big, nigga

I was tryna buy an eighth
I pray to God, I’m in the right lane
Goin’ out a hundred on the highway
Out the sunroof screamin’, “Yippee ki-yay!”
I ain’t tryna die hard, I’m tryna die great
Dissectin’ my life on a live bass
You think I’m here to suite you, you got it sideways
You tryna find ways to tie into my tight race

“I think, I think I remember the first time we ever met up
After you come back, yeah
We went cinema, does man remember that?”
“Cinema?”