Lyrics:
Yeah
It's a test right?
Yeah
Niggas askin' me, where to go?
I keep tellin' them, I don't know?
Yeah
Lost in my hindsight
I’ll probably be present
hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real
Credit A1 my shooters on tick
Yeah but I don’t work for Nikey
And you know that they shooting for real
And you know they gone shoot it for real
I ain’t got
where I will go
Weeks are runnig
And I don't know where I will go
Weeks are running
And I don't know where I will go
Weeks are runnig
And I don't know
up?
In my coupe doing a buck (100)
Shawty real thick but her thighs dont touch
My brodie here, he got the 35 tucked
And when I slide you know im rolling
step a little bit closer
Say okay, where ya want to go?
She says "how about The Ivy?"
I said yeah, well I don't know
I don't feel like gettin all
Where I'd been murdered by a man with a beard
Where I’d been murdered by a man with a beard
You can't work out what they're
Thinking in their face
It's a long way to go when you don't know where you're going
You don't know where you're going when you're lost
It's a long way to go when you
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
You want to riff, I'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater,
by yourself?
Or are you giving it to someone else?
Tryna find you but I just don't know
Where do broken hearts go?
Where do broken hearts go
RIDE OR DIE
(SHOTGUN)
Written By KOREY LAWS (OHKAYLAWS), ALISHA HARRIS, AMANDA HOLLEY, CHICO BENNETT
V1:
Can you tell me how you feel?
Do you feel
(Go)
Chained to a love
But that don't mean much
Sensitive tough, you don't get enough
I've been drowning in your, lost in the rush
Faded, you
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
This shout goes out to the most high,
DJ Rob Harris
Shouts going out to the next plane of reality
I know you can hear it
I know you can feel it
then you know me
I don't do the fake and phony I don't do the fake and phony
I just sit back and observe play my position from the curb
I feel
pitchers
You don't ever squeeze your blicker and that's where we differ (we ain't the same, niggas)
I don't hesitate to bust my chrome
Bar for bar, can't
(I go by the name of Myke Storm)
Barely had a dime to my name name
But now I got the world in my hands
My other hand occupied with 100 grand
I was
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know
plastic on my dick
In the kitchen with a presser
I gymnastic on a brick
Microwave or a stove
Harris start whippin' old
Whip a roley, whip a bimmer
the people, where ever they go we go
[Ice Cube, Verse 2]
Now when I roll through the hood, lil' kids watch my every move
Tryin' to be a good example, don't
EVEN WHEN
Written by Mikala Harris | Corley Brothers Publishing/BMI
V 1:
Would you write my story piece by piece
Replacing my doubt with victory
come out, you know how that would go
Another nigga dead, another trigger pull
But they never wanna talk about what triggered you
So I keep my head high,
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