| Intro: Curtis Roach
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| Now just vibe ya’ll, just vibe, I’m with the tribe ya’ll, I’m with the tribe,
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| come on now just ride, just ride, just ride, just ride come on, now just ride,
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| just ride, just ride, just ride, just ride
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| Verse 1: Curtis Roach
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| Uh, fucking with melodies and samples from the 70s
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| That Golden Era hippie got it sounding kinda heavenly
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| They missing with me heavily and calling me the goat
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| Got your girlfriend turning all my lyrics into my quotes
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| I mean damn, gotta be a sin to be this good
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| I be the kid from the burbs but they bump it in the hoods
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| Blowing backwoods I hope they burn a slower to all my jams
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| This be a fuck you to all my back stabbing hams
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| The people that overlooked me for granted they always took me
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| Where were you when I was sinking with fishes you playing hooky
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| Now I’m gone, I’m tryna write my wrongs
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| But it’s funny those same wrongs help me write this song
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| Now, sixteen I’m already doper than the lunges
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| But I pay much attention because they taught me many lessons
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| Smoke the sessions wicked lessons all these stresses that I’m under
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| Man no wonder why my homie smoking one blunt after another
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| Because I’m tryna make change in this world
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| But it’s hard to maintain in this world
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| Lot of fucking hate in this world but I’m tryna bring love
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| Tryna do the same thing that Pac did for thugs
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| Tryna represent the city hold it down for the gloves
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| Tryna be there for my mom whenever times getting rough
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| Family problems they at the hottest during holidays
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| Supposed to be jolly but it’s more like melancholy days
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| It’s got me in a spotty faze and got my mother crying
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| Sick of tired being sick of tired of my people dying
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| I ain’t lying when I say that I’m the illest with the rhyming
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| Went to sign off with the rocket and make the crowd throw up diamonds
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| Hook: Curtis Roach
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| Uh, and I heard em say
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| Nothings ever promised tomorrow today
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| So I turn up my headphones as I vibe away
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| Forever golden making music never tired to waste
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| Verse 2: Curtis Roach
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| Uh, sitting back I close my eyes as I reminesce
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| Writing deadly rhymes and all my vibes hella venomous
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| Can’t let all these sentences these rappers steady mimicking
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| My words freestyle still better than your written’s kid
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| I be the super dope felicitous never fragilous
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| These niggas want my skills but I feel they can’t handle it
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| They need some candles lit because I’m putting them in bandages
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| If your career is building then I’ll take a plane and crash it
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| And I’m never having it I never had shit I’m hungry
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| I do this for the love but on top of that the money
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| All these dummies act like puppets stay controlled to the game
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| They doing anything for some fame to they name (to they name)
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| Insane cuz all my favorite rappers never turning out right
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| I heard Ja Rule got a show like a housewife
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| He never catch me slipping I will never trust these women (no)
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| Nah man you will never catch me slipping
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| I’ve been illing with the pen till the ink in my pen burst
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| It’s always been a fact my lines colder than December
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| Summer to winter I eat these rappers like my dinner
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| I’m loyal to my game you niggas stay up on Tinder
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| That last line was only made for the punches
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| Everytime I come around all these dudes straight ducking
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| To get up on my level it takes years just to touch it
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| This shit is like a finger roll, I’m Michael Jordan dunking
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| Extraordinary I’m portabelly I eat em up
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| Here to bring the ruckus if I feel that you don’t bring enough
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| Man I beat em up I’m hardly home see your body bowl
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| Flow’s more sicker than a nigga with a snotty nose
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| Hook: Curtis Roach
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| Hey and I heard em say
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| Hey nothings ever promised tomorrow today
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| So I turn up my headphones as I vibe away
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| Forever golden making music never tired to waste
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| Hey, hey everybody say
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| Say nothings ever promised tomorrow today
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| So I turn up my headphones as I vibe away
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| Forever golden in this bitch there’s no time to waste
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| Outro: Curtis Roach
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| Hey, hey, everybody rock |