Lyrics:
It's time to ride, ride
Yo, the rebel Jake Rivera
You felt another date, you better
Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar
I hit the studio
too.
pressure by the cops now .&niqqas haten on ya do .
see i aint step on no toes to get here .
this hard work . young'n gotta flow. the shit's clear.
Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with
fantasies, and your dreams
Believe in me, I will fulfill
Now you know, how I feel
Now baby, tell me, how do you feel?
Boy I feel like this just can't be
the cops are robbers
If the cops get the number then just block the caller
I call the shots call, call it off, this is not an offer
Sittin' on a throne in
record
No handouts it was just the lord
He the MVP and I can’t ignore it
I’m just going wide n**** I ain’t throw it
My cup runneth over n**** I ain’t pour
One night, a few moons ago
I saw flecks of what could've been lights
But it might just have been you
Passing by unbeknownst to me
Life is
on the beat like some skis, jeez (Yeah, yeah)
Ay I'm goin' in
Devil on me, I'm surrounded by sin (Hmm)
He's tryna rush me, I can't go again
I'm just tryna go
The way life go by
The way life go by
The way life go by; A quick flash in the blink of an eye
Just a man but my dreams still bigger than I
Got my
been thinking bout you)
Am I too quiet or am I just too loud
Oh little shawty just can't figure it out (figure it out)
All I could remember that night
just put a seven figure hit on me
Lil Xan is wishin' that he never said shit to me
And everyone I haven't mentioned yet is sittin' timidly
I came
No copy of me don't need no clones ya dig
Can't handle shit that's fake niggas hide shit in they wig
I cannot stick with folks, separate banana split
How was I supposed to figure that out?
I belonged to strangers
But never really belonged
Passed from one family to another
Like a beat-up hand me down
But I built it for my business
As a nigga in a scrimmage
Of the niggas I would kick with
I just need some help tonight
By god himself to make it right
picked on O. Mobsta Bass bomb
Another gangsta from the funk farm
This one is created
By the are, muthafucka, who stated
That this jam is rated are
That was
a homeboy
Plus, my hood just lost another homeboy
Another one got life, and we don't know, if he coming home boy
They in the street tell me "just leave it
I gave you my heart but I never got it back
Said you’d stick with me, guessing that was a lie
Now you haunt my dreams, playing me every night
I just
dreams...||Just think of what my life might be|In a world like I have seen!|I don't think I can carry on|Carry on this cold and empty life||My spirits are low in
proper, back to the entertainment,
They thought I would have be finished by now,
Just up preparing another lines huh!
Where I am right now l, think is
our resistance won't come to a halt
We stand united, can't be frightened by another assault, we're bold
You wanna fight us just because of something you
Horseshit GANG is amateurs
For real, like from a
Real artist's perspective
They are fucking amateurs
They have no idea what they're doing
They just
the world now they gone feel me when I sing this
Hear me when I say this
Remember what I was saying
I was just gonna make it
Havin dreams of going on vacation
And we're all here, but nobody's home
It's a strange fate, driving or by plane, a million dreams a day
Just a new place, new rainbows to chase,
Watching all these niggas
All they want is intercourse, why?
Like that's all
It figures, they just been abort
I always been afloat
Traveling tryna
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