Lyrics:
will,
Riders rollin' with me like 11 wheels
Find out where you livin'
kill you in the kitchen
The feds trying to clip us but we ain't even trippin'
inside
With whatever is happening in this country
We forget so easily where we come from
A lot of people sacrificed so much man
For us to have this
running away but you won't get very far
No it's not my intention to harbor pretensions
Or told you I hadn't a clue
Took fate by the neck and you'll
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
received became more and more
frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son
you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped
screech
Because our plan was working
Underide
You by my side
Smoking tires
Underide
Underide
You by my side
Underide
I don't know where a lot
than i can count yea
Dont got no manager just word of mouth yea
Got nobody pitching my songs
But i know im right where i belong
Turning this pain
manager, security,
Hangin' shirts and makin' tea
Where's the wizzler, where's the corn?
Near the elevator, is there porn?
What a a man gotta deal wit!
My
where I've been I'm feeling Good now
The celebration on new levels feeling kind of great now
Looking in the mirror man I'm feeling like I'm priced out
Got
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
your head kicked in
For trying to sit on the fence
Be consumed by the filth or the stench
Where homeless people sleep on a bench
I love my street
But our
friend
Why the hell you lying? Who
The hell you trying?
Who the hell you know that
Threw away his throwbacks
When they suggested they was
Made by Majestic?
you
We be like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-IG
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on they radar, where B dot be
Was a slave for
What happened to the women's
Who be jaw jackin'?
Paper stackin' is accomplished by
Putting out bomb shit on top of our game is
Where we stay forever
place
Well, the boss is here cause the manager died--
Wipe that grin off your face
Wipe that shit eating grin off your face
And I stumbled by
I'm saying is
I don't know where I am
But I know I'm not in the right mind
Am I going too slow
Or am I just right on time
Yeah this life I can't let
in your ear
Radical shows that Wolf Gang's radder
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
Where the lips of your teen daughter
Drake he’s in his hammock and a thousand miles away
(Captain, art thou sleeping there below?)
Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay
Know a nigga carry that Drake, Take Care
Smuggle for me, shit get off, cartel
Live it up, surround by the right guys
She love the views of the high rise
distorted self
Tainted by energies, gotta detox myself
I meditate daily
Or medicate when I'm free
Just to cope with death
I use to swear I was afraid of dying
Aye fresh out the bank with a smile on my face
She a ten in the face and a eight in the waist
Ima make this nigga famous hit his ass wit the drake
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
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