Lyrics:
dead inside so fuck what it mean on the outside
Don't let your mouth ride
It's about grind
Look at my shit and say I ain't got shit nigga you die
Taking
Ride slow
Cruising down the road
Ain't stopping for gas don't know how we getting home
Everybody tripping cuz I got my eyes closed
This is how it
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I got the juice I ride my own wave I blacked out the Benz I'm the black
Bruce Wayne
Give me a call at half past five
Living the fast life jump in the ride
If you got a problem catch me outside
I'm trying to get lit One More Time
lookin' at me saying I’m hot now
Surrounded by the green like I live in a pot house
I'm balling like Mahomes I’m the Chief I’m on top now
Throwing hail
Different shade of blue over me and you
Brand new fear
And when we're chatting by the fire
You sign a new deal
Bring you on a ride
Up in my rocket
I
you had good energy
But baby girl i'm disturbed by the commotion
Was addicted to the pink poision
So i leave it in the open
I know that you've been down
When you say you ride for me, ride for me,
When you say you’d die for me, die for me,
Is that a forever ting, no matter whatever brings?
When you say
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
weed on me
No need guard me
I'm what you need probly
We teach robbery
(chorus jim jones)
We ride in that east side
Please roll up my weed high
We ride
Ghost town when I drive by
Eyes down like I ride clean
There's smoke in the limousine what you mean
Run my luck like a slot machine
They rolling
the world die by the creator
So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
, or more
How you turn a dime piece to a tasteful whore
Ten-ten by the gym when I saw you
Green eyes, nice weight, I wanna know you
No lie
bitch
Who love on me
Need a bad bitch
Who gon' ride for me
Ride for me
Ride for me
I need a bad bitch
That's gonna be
Right by my side
Someone who's gonna
It's like I'm living check to check but I don't know why
Catch me vibin hard to some Al Green as I roll by
I'm feeling blacker than I ever was
And Imma
(It's just small town feeling and just live in this small town an)
(Like my kids ride dirt bikes and motorcycles)
(And they just go across
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta
Hey yo Blaze! Hey
Check this shit out man swivel
Gave me this beat, it's
Some old school shit
Man! I'm thinkini'm thinkin we need
To ride on them
Hello, limoncello, it's gon' take me to the summit
Mello with the steeze and you know how I'm comin'
I just copped a P of the finest
I'm on all green
find one it might be your last chance
You ain't never going hold down a black man
You need to choose me, get this money you can have me
Ride in my
unfortunate
You had an alloy spoke Mongoose
And I had a Huffy
You owned a green machine
Three different lunch pails
I had a go-cart that I built from
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