| My ambition as a rider
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| Yeah, it’s my ambition as a rider
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| Yeah, it’s my ambition as a rider
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| Hey, it’s my ambition as a rider
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| Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here
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| Loccin', loading toasters, pussy you was not there
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| Holding, never folding, we was on the top tier
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| Shackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare
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| You ever wash out your drawers on the same water you shit?
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| Doing your push ups right on the floor where you piss?
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| Cellies with niggas that went to war with the strip?
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| You got to rumble from night time down to the morning and shit
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| I’m tryna tell them, forever label me felon
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| Clutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious
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| Fuck with them niggas, teach you a lesson
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| Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson
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| I seen pussy niggas turn on me
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| Throw the money let it burn on 'em
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| If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him
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| And my young hittas will swerve on him
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| My ambition as a rider
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| Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
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| Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
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| Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider
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| Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you
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| Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people
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| Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel
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| Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use tubes to feed you
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| Momma gonna pull the plug
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| Head big as Hey Arnold’s is, full of blood
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| Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up
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| Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up
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| Bloody murder hollow tips out the clip
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| I repent when I murder opposites
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| Pick and roll, stop and pick
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| I reload, spin the corner, drop the shit
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| And we leave no evidence for residents to grieve 'bout
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| Them sluggies hit you nigga, breathe out
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| And keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out
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| We wipe your mothafuckin' team out
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| My ambition as a rider
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| Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
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| Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
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| Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider |