Ride or Die (feat. Ho11ow, 95blaze, Marcus, S.H.A.N.E & Simply Shepp)

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Buckroll, buckroll

I know all my brothers gon' ride
I'm gon' be this way 'til I die
Better bury me a g when that day comes
Might not have it all but I'm far from where I came from
I been putting in work on the daily
Don't care what you say, bitch, just pay me
Money on my mind, women on my nerves
They really hate to see you when you recognize your worth

Yeah, y'all better recognize my worth
Weed out this world, I had to step outside the earth, it's not a first
What you need? I gotta verse
I gotta hook, I gotta bridge
I'm not the one to be fucked wit'
Y'all be with that f*ck shit
I be fucked up at the function
Type to make a move but you ain't see it like a gust of wind
Hit ya block and f*ck some shit up like tornadoes and hurricanes, aye
Then I hit the crib, I'm silent, ain't heard a thang

I know all my brothers gon' ride
I'm gon' be this way 'til I die
Better bury me a G when that day comes
Might not have it all, but I'm far from where I came from
I been putting in work on the daily
Don't care what you say bitch just pay me
Money on my mind, women on my nerves
They really hate to see you when you recognize your worth

Look, they hate to see it, no pledge allegiance, I'm kneeing
Talking verses, I'm undefeated
While you starting I just completed
Always organized and strategic
You be keeping what I deleted
Man the ugliest people conceited
Might of texted me but I ain't read it
Bitches giving out head to everybody like a greeting
Studio sessions slapping looking like a fucking meeting
The way I'm killing shit you woulda thought that I was cheating
How I always keep a pad, you woulda thought that I was bleeding bitch

I know all my brothers gon' ride
I'm gon' be this way 'til I die
Better bury me a g when that day comes
Might not have it all, but I'm far from where I came from
I been putting in work on the daily
Don't care what you say bitch just pay me
Money on my mind, women on my nerves
They really hate to see you when you recognize your worth

Yeah, songs be making everybody move like Zumba
Talk shit in my presence, get you swept up, where's my Roomba?
Got my dick inside her throat for so long she sound like Pouya
Picky with my preference half these bitches look like Pumbaa
Acunamatata
We keep moving 'em dollas
Only do this for my brothers, put that shit on my mamas
If you ain't get it, you ain't with it
Clock is ticking, on my mission
Building, ripping, like Osama, I'm 'bout to go off
Swear I'm on different planes than these artists
White tee and Supreme you set yourself up as a target
Sipping on a Miller Lite, my guy, why should I go my hardest?
People try be condescending, give a f*ck about your jargon jawing non-stop
Shit ain't sweet so why your speech on sweet shit talking hand dan?
Bitch I'm the shit, spit it quick, chop-chop
Dopping and popping a shot
He hot, he won't flop, and he coming for top spot, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look yo, they recognize, but hate to tell you that they do
I keep like 2 or 3 options 'cause I'm in love with a few, I'm loving the view
Love is true if you see money like me
Water my trees and watch it blossom to a forest to green
That's Benjamin's by the leaves, that's Mary Jane by the acre
I keep a mile between neighbors, keep one locked in the chamber
Kid it's a favor if I letchu get a second, be humble
Keep a pack of lions every time you creep through the jungle
Never troubled by the echos, no instrumental, no fellow, check the memo
Got the flavor kinda taste like Blue Jello
I got the ball like LaMelo
That's why you see 'em on their feet
Every time that I start to speak
Got 'em talking like, "Preach"
It's been a week, or two, or maybe even more
Let's inform you who I am if you forgot
I'm the kid that you're are not
Watch 'em set the booth on fire while I'm burning down the block
Pick a spot it's 2 or 3, number 1 is accompanied
'Til I'm no longer breathing, safe to say that ain't soon
Caskets 24 carrot, my money's under my tomb
Got mistress in my room, I got my wife in my texts
I got a couple rappers pressed, got no reason to flex
Know exactly who I am, what's my value, my worth
Make sure you bury me a G like all the ones who's came first
That's all I'm asking

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