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as you walk by mi Amor
Yeah aye this that west coast
Do my dance baby I'm 2 stepping in my black locks
Got my Shades on me
Cause my eyes low
Imma busy man

a late bloomer
A nigga will skate through ya
Pull up in all hummer's I promise to H2 ya

Yeah

A Heckler n' koch
Ain't stressing no thot
I'm trynna

the bag
Only two solid
But I couldn't plead to that.
I had to get up off my knees
They won't hearing
I stop kicking doors
I start going out hitting "V's"

cold nobodies home
Stop banging at my door
Stop screaming at ya phone
I'm so tired cant take no more
Time keeps on ticking and The fire keeps on licking

I'm flying to Vancouver
On a private jet
Trying scrap with bars use
Your common sense
Dont get let down get
Gassed by the crowed
You lost as a kid

off of rapping I hate selling dope
Buh I still got them youngins
They'll slide if I go
I be applying that pressure
I live what I rap bout
Remember them

What you tellin' them, V?
Yeah, big up Lucii, ya know
Real GA's think that day, you get me
Fuck all the mateys, you get me, come on
Come on, live

It's that simple easy as one two three
If you want this ecstasy
In your mind is the key
So, open the doors and let it be

I can hear the shape and see

ahold, now there's two pair of shoes
Right by my door and I'm feeling the blues
She kisses my neck and my back and tattoos
Now I'm stuck in a trap

permission to live,... Baitu ezo esaha tinzine,... I'm done waiting!

Chorus

Verse 2
Six feet deep, watch me creep out,
Press Mute, I give a big a shout
Abho

'Til death do us part 
I'll be counting on my chips. 

Hook
Ride 'Till I Die
What's you life about?

Verse 2

Ride til I die, Imma make it right
Right

Pick up your act man it's dusty as hell
Why do you brag when you're rusty as hell
Why don't you rap what you actually live
Why do you act like you're

controlled by whores

quitter the world alone behind the doors 

trustin' amigo and defeat the ego , the bad and the evil are facin' my fame 

the grave

life is ours, then it's worth fighting for, isn't it
So kick down the door and light a few matches
I could care less who sees what may happen
Though I

know I'm better but i put it on the line 

You're tearing me to pieces, pieces, pieces


(Verse 2)

I count every second

Til im at your door 

Baby

even need a promo
Gang 2 deep no coupe need a 4 door

And I ain't talking pictures
Rocking to the top left the other lil switchers
Caviar and champagne

my side
I gotta' two door coupe
You say you feel so alone that's cause I'm taking off
Girl I got some big goals, baby I won't stop

You can hate I

to say aloof i got no doors without a rug / if I pull it then I pull it by myself I got no plug / bandit met me at the club and told me hit me up / i hit

to persue
Opened every door and no one gives me them clues
Swimming in circles for the past April twenty-twos
Just want to see what the world has In store for

chosen of course
I hope you know that you are always in my core

That day you opened up my door
And yes I handed you the key
All these past roads of my

and no resolution. All these lives becoming certain only in that they never can be. 
To understand the scene, we must look at the door. The way it peels

Uh, for the white middle class
And it's a shame you won't live
But then again, who does?

Alexa
Open the pod baby doors
And I wonder who monitors

And is you living just to die or are you dien to live?
I heard my calling while I was fallen tryna reach abliss
All No Huddles just audibles when I seen

you sacked 
Can’t get caught in that 
Feeling bad for ghosting you the max 
I could live through that


Written by Maria Loraine