Lyrics:
Rydia
Riding Bikes, Socratic
They made it kind of big
My heroes were this band
Called Madison
And they were gonna get big
And they got signed
that kinda band
Always be there for one another
Go down on my knees for my sisters and my brothers (Yeah)
One time for the squad
For my real gees who
You got me
And I got you
Think of all that we've been through
My brothers on my side
They never leave
Our Band's unbreakable
That's what I believe
arrived there with a thud
He was living on the sidewalk, he was thinning out his blood
I told the hotel clerk about my band and our show in town tonight
and a few
Our lives are made of minutes made of seconds
One day will be the last for me for you
Give me 73 seconds of truth
You can't escape with
because my little brother
A shooter as well
And our pop shot nice, he remind us of Del
Pump to your mouth you asthmatic?
It don't matter cause either way
the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggaz don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden
the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggas don't got to pay my bills
P.l.o. Pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let
that's right
It's on my mind
Me and the crew finna shine
Talking like niggas it's our time
We on our grind
R.I.P Craig mack
DWWL we attack
And I
the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggas don't got to pay my bills
P.l.o. Pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let
idolized by your drive and your motion
They look at liquor like a potion
I don't need a booster, I just need a second focused
Once I catch my wave, then I'm
on the seven seas
Hunting bands no wedding rings, in a band and we’re severing
Jugulars, aortas, aura’s pioneer but never settling
Switched up we on a better
want to
We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, back that ass up like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
down real, on the Southside of town
We comin jammin screw
And we comin with my niggas
And we rollin with our crew
I got the nigga Yungstar from
down real, on the Southside of town
We comin jammin screw
And we comin with my niggas
And we rollin with our crew
I got the nigga Yungstar from the South
spitting in every direction
I'm guessing they know I'm a force to be reckoned by the way I'm wielding my words as Weapon
Like I was holding an FN
Aiming
gonna wonder where we been man"
Ã''cross the bridge into Memphis, I had my hat in my hand
paid our respects to He King and drove on to the promised
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
a mind confused
Love is the pleasures untold
And for some love is still a band of gold
My love has no reason has no rhyme
My love crossed the double
pushing these bars like its my last set
24/7 I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7
still got my fans, that's a blessing
Listen to heaven, just stay on my grind, and that's 24/7 (yeah)
And I know my mama Joanne is smiling down on me, I
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
the waves rise-higher than my sails had lightning-strike our mast
I'll think of you my love when Davy comes for my soul at last
With this crew of scallywags
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