Lyrics:
have yo' Nike's on - 'cause when we fight
It's in the middle of the night with no lights on, hey
There must be a God, 'cause I feel lucky
Paranoid out
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang,
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school, uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah,
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ridin
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre Kick it!
It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off
the mothauckin' buldin'
And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big
Big charts in te buldin'
M dolla in the buldin'
We gettin' money nigga
And when you see me in
the mothauckin' buldin'
And we doin' it, so, so mothauckin' big
Big charts in te buldin'
M dolla in the buldin'
We gettin' money nigga
And when you see me in
goals
Yeah I'll take two pair of those
I love the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows
Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro
All
mind hm
I'm tired of these fake ads
Sayin' you can become an influencer
Grow by thousands for 2.97 today
I really wonder how many influencers are fake
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
and then we never did drop
You still here to jam me in two thousand and one
Then me and D'll take the money and run
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Hey, hey, hey
Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving
That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin'
Up in the game since the early 90's
Never sleep
thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young
they doin' bad
Every time we come outside, we say, "Look at they dirty ass."
He ain't worried 'bout it, he just keep his head up
And say, "One day, I'ma
youngsters thats out there on the streets
and we doin' what we wants to
now watch the block bleed
[verse 2]
it's no mystery when i'm in ride mode
it's Cuervo
thing
Baby, let me take a look
Oh Lord, me want all the girls in the whole world
I know what I'm doin' is so wrong
But, since no man can focus
We
or the cr shoot all type shit
Back 2 back whip we can pull up all type shit
They be really cappin bout doin this type shit
Hand on her throat she like that
What you doin’
Aye, I’m Riding
Where you at?
Aye, I’m Riding
I'm so thankful to be riding
Tremendously Blessed to be riding
Riding on these bikes
no time to be waitin' on
This is it, this is the only life we got
I be saying that, but I'm still tryna' figure that out
So what gives?
Been tryna get
for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my
Discuss these wut we doin by 2 chainz Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In