Lyrics:
doubt)
Shit - in this white man's world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don't be knowin the pain we be causin'
and ride
By the dawn's early light
As I ride through the night
As I ride to the dawn's early light
Ridin' along into the night
Ridin' along into
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
the underground
Cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six
Than judged by twelve, that's guilty
We still ridin
And his heart was heavy as night.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow,
He's ridin' an' hidin' his pain.
Don't fight him, don't
can rely on (rely on)
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song
I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac)
And when we
on the ground
I put my records on
Let the headphones play
Take me to a place
Where I feel no pain
Okay I'm lookin out my window
To a beautiful day
And ya I'm
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
Ridin' on the black train
Every blood in my body goes with the train
And some of it's on the floor
I'm slippin' out to any place
Although I know I've
it down to my finger tips
No lie, alien walk by, but I keep my stride
Can’t block my eye I’m to inclined, feel me shine
Ridin’ through the city
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
I can't seem to shake these drugs
I been on it tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely
on the Westside
Nigga (Ridin', ride on, what we be?)
We ballin', ha! For real, for real
Fo' real, I gotta bust the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin'
the gun that I packed
But For-ty years-old and now on the gat
I used to hit the school yard fightin for dem lays
Rid my cousin's Chevy ridin Daytna-days
I stayed down for my dogs and my A1s I'm with the guys, I'm with the bros
I never fuck out when I'm with the guys, I'm with the bros
I hold you close
lil hoe don't say it in vain
I'm ridin' with addicts, I'm ridin' with pain
Ridin' with bitches that don't know the same
Mixin' the Oxy with Codeine
your plans
Cause when they laugh, you wasn't my man's so overstand
I'ma just be frank with you
I ain't ridin' by the bank with you
I ain't tryna get no
the polo
Miss when you was by my side, but now I'm movin' solo…
You can Catch me ridin' round in a 4 door
Felt the pain when I had to go and delete
Vibin', got your shawty in the range
Ridin', yeah she going insane
I been, I been tryna numb the pain
Smokin' all this kush, take it straight
big money, baby I make boss moves
They say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the auto-tune
Bring out the Apollo boom
I'mma sandman these niggas
Give you
grind in stock
Aught sneaky by gusts
Ever since I came from Jamaica always gettin' cash
All I knew is pies and that match
Fam all stash, West end king
Remember when it was just you against the world
I'm talkin' by myself, I just had to be myself
No more askin' niggas for help
I put together all my
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