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Catch me in my ride, catch me, catch me in my ride With no pistol on the side, you don't wanna die The devil creepin' up on you, ayy Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from Has he come for you, woah Indulgin' in the bitter sweet taste of the forbidden fruit Where we come from It's opportune when you lack the fool Take a light to you, light it up to fuel Send you off to space, see you burnin' for the same cause Where we come from The devil creepin' up on you, ayy Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from Has he come for you, woah Yeah, uh, metal of honor, fuckin' someone's daughter I'm a daddy, but not a baby's father I'm in the cut, like this was operation GPS, show me your destination Now she wide like a cannon Granddaddy glad, cause she grad false tears Like next to an onion, like why am I yawning Is it cause these kids thinkin' that they hard, uh But how you vision, being on television Holdin' hands to some Gucci, Gucci, Gucci bitches Balls full of fire, like a dragon started livin Without us, it's not complete, like a house without a ceiling Middle finger up for these hoes But this pussy stays on hold Me and Ble$$ are so overdosed And Tenshi with the anecdote, uh Now stay quiet, a moment of silence Natural disaster, when I pass, you hear the sirens I'm on my last life, so you know I'ma wild up Anti-Illuminati, so you know I'm blessed up With dead men, who ain't scared to die You sound like a bitch, and I bitch you would die Better know the truth, cause with that, you will survive In this world, there is no sight, so you better be alive Let em Catch me in my ride, catch me, catch me in my ride With no pistol on the side You don't wanna die The devil creepin' up on you, ay Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from Has it come for you, woah Indulgin' in the bitter sweet taste of the forbidden fruit Where it come from It's opportune when you lack the food Takin' light to you, lightin' up the fuel Send you off to space, so you plan it for the sake of Where it come from The devil creepin' up on you, ay Lurkin' in the shadows to regain where we come from Has it come for you, woah 9am, I'm surprised I'm alive again Zombie walk, cause I am dead Mr. Pessimistic, with a life of dread Couldn't hold a job, so I found a way to break bread Not even talkin' about all the gang shit Cause the gang shit is the lame shit Put you in the dirt ahead of time Takin' advice from your favorites And if you ain't got it like this, you're just dead weight In a dead place, tryna go supersonic like a jet plane And the one way was a fun head So you're goin' super dumb, yellin' Treyway, Treyway Flexin' on the gram, hundred racks for a brown eyed bitch Fake love, and she got you whipped Little taste of the green, would you like to dip I could sell my soul, get my pockets full Surface from the surface, cause the surface isn't perfect Standing shoulder to shoulder, we can probably move this boulder That is life Instead you'd rather see me die, burn in hell Catch me in my ride Catch me, catch me in my ride With a pistol on the side You don't wanna die