Lyrics:
At the block club
Hustlin gettin it poppin
On a mountain bike
Blows up in my pocket
Ride in circles servin junkies like I'm alfred
Hundred Ps standin round us
on the bars like a bike I'm a handle
I am a star out of space you can't find em
I want that top like the top of the mountain
The check just cleared for
little
Homie think twice niggas shooting some dice
Some niggas pull at the light
Knew em now everything alright
Car clubs and bikes (Crenshaw at midnight)
weed, watch it grow there
Got to HELL someday swear my soul there
Trophy Club, man I know I got some gold there
Cincinnati man they said that I can't blow
Around lost souls and it feel like i'm outer body
Dead or alive some way i just found him
In the sky or on top of the mountain
I'm so high and I'm
getting right
Legs weaker than a muthafuckin mountain hike
I need a chick to get drunk and ride me like a bike
I knock the pussy out bitch like I'm iron
a piece (Peace)
Man I got all this gold on me (shine)
It's Rumbleworld bitch but they think we a bike club
Cause we stay with them choppers
Keep a stick
would sniff it, frown, and then lumber back to the trash can
I was going uphill on my mountain bike
When I was passed by a scooter
You got a dollar
the rough shit
head on like mountain bikes
I'm about bookin world tours and showin up
I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have
when I was growin up
I'm
million on the mountain, that was hard to find (hard to find)
Sober lately, hard to line me
Real success is keepin' bars behind me
Club drop, sixty on me
difference
Tween a boy and a man
Or in the mountains out in Colorado
Smelling the weed
Or in Florida clear water
As we chill with a king
Let's rent a couple
this ride
Arm out the window, keep it simple
Try hit man off his mountain bike
Link up with a ganja farmer
Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture
Leave
attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens
And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift
Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths
Diamond
first move
Oh, oh yeah
Oh yeah
I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island
Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees
That summer, it was
the pride ain't no discrimination yea
Revitalized now for the new generation
All summer long with no beef or no bull shhh
Even the bike clubs down way
Pickin’ high, ain’t pickin’ low…
I’m gettin’ by, gettin’ high,
Mountain top where I’m finna go.
Enjoy the show!
This beat feels like “Renegade”
Call it
a brilliant twist of fate
Now let's hit those clubs that make this city famous!
My young ace is live, so I pull him aside
Let's rap face to face, hey yo meet me
ain't about shit
You long for the clubs, I set on a trail of adventure and hit up the mountains
I get lost in the south winds
A Sojourner trying to outwin
they fall
Somewhere out there a young athlete is findin' her spark
At the fancy sports club our differences are stark
But the playing field is level
first mover
I remember riding bikes on Coaster Island
Planning midnight raids on the Swedish plum trees
That summer, it was too cold to swim, so
We
mai) , giri ancora in mountain bike
I miei coglioni contro 'sti cazzoni, strike
Emis Killa fa rap, tu lo faresti
Ma non hai stile
Non parliamo di come ti
everywhere with me
Can't forget where I came from (Yeah)
Sunrise Mountain is where I stayed at
Me and Casey would hang at
Every week for him playback
been rhymin' before the invention of mountain bikes.
I stand on my own, and go alone against your whole camp,
Cause millionair rappers don't make half my
I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas
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