| Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
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| Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
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| What the fuck?
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| Always tellin' me that I was good for nothin'
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| I was never good or nothin'
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Prayin' for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Hood niggas (all I know)
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| Good pretenders
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| 90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
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| 90 shots hangin' off the big machine
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| See my sister cryin' they took her love away
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| All my niggas how we sellin' drugs for pay
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| I just they wanna murder me
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| So I gotta keep a cannon every day
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| Whole family we gotta find a way
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| Stomach full of lean because we lost our way
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| Make a never
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| I lose every girl 'cause I sleep with my rifle
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| Now I tell the world this
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Prayin' for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Hood niggas (all I know)
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| Good pretenders
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack
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| Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back
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| We was gettin', smokin' out a Back, sippin' Act
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| 'Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac
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| Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone
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| Got me relapsin' back to back, blowin' out of the zone
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| I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
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| Thug tears for thug angels, callin' heaven their home
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| A lot of suckas gettin' credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
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| 'Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin' on shows for their audience
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| My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
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| And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
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| See, I was raised on the curbside
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| By pitchin' flippers, lettin' birds fly
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| And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die
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| See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
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| Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein' a coward was a nada
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Prayin' for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah
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| Hood niggas (all I know)
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| Good pretenders
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| All I know how to be’s a ridah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridah , by - Mistah F.A.B.. Song from the album Thug Tears, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп