Lyrics:
One two three lemme hop on this beat
Cuz these bitches ain't shit when you compare em to me
Sike
I got my limits but I'll still be a G
Shout-out
Won't you get on down,
To my side of town.
Drop it in four low,
And roll the window down.
You'll hear a radio blaring by a bonfire light,
When that
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit
the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot, forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit
lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town, choppa bullets sprayin' 'round
Tell that pussy, "Pick you up", by night, he still be layin' down
I'm
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
a curse
Been hard done by
And beaten down
They will remember
My name now
As I wander into Bluefield
They're so pious and so vain
From the train tracks
the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down Alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puff
Aroma smells better
stay out my lane
Big B sitting at the front Door
Whole lotta cash I spendo
Got a bad bitch named Enyo put her in a benzo drip by kenzo
Got 2 3 thots
bout a thing
But I do it for my city wanna make em' all hear
1 2 3 4
Open that door for I cock and load
If you loaded better put ya hands up
Close ya
Country as I wanna be
Country as I wanna be
All day, all night
Puffing on marijuana leaves
There ain't no slowing down
There ain't no slowing down
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking
Coming down the slab line the fo's crip
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dykes leaving doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left
I'm spiraling downer and downer, taking downer after downer
Dosage increased by three after the day that I found her
I'm spinnin' rounder
around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing
three doors down
Here I am just sittin' round
Waitin' on the world to change
Must've blocked the whole game out
All that I could think about was
ain't the ones gettin knocked around
Socked around by a low-down clown from uptown
So what you're gonna do to the creep?
If I was you, I would wait
complacent
Let's retrace this
Chilling with my homies at a Citgo sippin four-oh's
Got pilly's oh really grab my phone
Crush em up right there let's hide by
One, two, three
A lonely man embarks on a journey,
As his ship sets sail for the shores of attainment
Only keeps the company he loves real close,
By
party like cool, where you stay at?
Turn upside down, let her tweak on the wall
Took her to the bathroom and did work in the stall, yeah
They used
enough
I pray I can hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it's fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I was raised by a single woman
A hard worker who had gave
It all for
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