| I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
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| Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
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| Pistol on my side, I can’t let 'em kill my vibe
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| Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
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| I promise I’ma ride
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| We tread spin, bullets flyin'
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| Even at the red light, his mama still can’t stop from cryin'
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| If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
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| I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain’t never had to see a homicide
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| Stevie Wonder ain’t see his brothers die, he ain’t feel my pain
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| He don’t know my mama couldn’t pay the light bill and I felt that pain
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| But Mark had died, he wasn’t breaking a dollar, but I tried to help him change
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| Interrogatin', I still wouldn’t crack if I was on cocaine
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| Got this shit from out the projects, ain’t no silver spoons
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| The morning after the night we slide only time we watch the news
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| I wanna comment on niggas' picture, but I just keep it cool
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| I know them pussy niggas bitches, and they know it too, that’s why I’m confused
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| I was stackin', gettin' money when I was in school
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| Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool
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| Lookin' up to rich niggas, let me rock they jewels
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| Got the game from real steppers, that’s why I walk with tools
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| Never let these bitches knock me off my pivot, spin 'em
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| DM her best friend, I’m tryna get up in her, kill it
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| Rapping like an expert but I just be doin' it to blow off in it
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| Two thousand on all my denim, I’m always working, I’m never chillin'
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| Made a killing off a killing, put a million on his head
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| Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
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| Give a fuck 'bout he say, she say, I don’t wanna hear about what they said
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| And G5 just said he brought the pints, I’m through with sippin' red
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| I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
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| Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
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| Pistol on my side, I can’t let 'em kill my vibe
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| Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
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| I promise I’ma ride
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| We tread spin, bullets flyin'
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| Even at the red light, his mama still can’t stop from cryin'
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| If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
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| I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain’t never had to see a homicide
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| I come from the bottom like the curb do
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| Got 'em in they feelings, it’s so personal
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| Ride with that fire, can’t let 'em swerve you
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| Gotta watch your own back, can’t let 'em hurt you, haha
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| Shooters on the roof that’ll murk you
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| And I, treat 'em like my son, like I birth you
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| When I was runnin' through the street, it was on curfew
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| And all them times I had him down, I could’ve murked you
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| Before I went and did my time in the feds
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| I was skippin' school that’s why I was upset
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| I was trappin' on Sunset on the hill, I couldn’t beg
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| Keep that fire by my side, yeah, you know I ain’t scared, yeah
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| You know how I play it
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| I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
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| Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
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| Pistol on my side, I can’t let 'em kill my vibe
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| Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
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| I promise I’ma ride
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| We tread spin, bullets flyin'
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| Even at the red light, his mama still can’t stop from cryin'
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| If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
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| I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain’t never had to see a homicide
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| Hit a one way, went to leave school, that’s the only way to go
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| We stopped goin' to football practice, we found another way to score
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| See I’m tired of seein' my niggas in dirt, but they ain’t from Chicago
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| And Billy died sober shootin' dice, hear what I’m sayin', I’m hollow
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| And my niggas went to snortin' coke, I remember pourin' up in Fanta
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| Asking God why that cat geeked, I don’t never get no answers
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| I be wantin' to get my bros out that slammer, but they ain’t like Tyson Chandler
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| They play with it, we gon' knock they lights out, watch 'em put down candles,
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| hah
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| I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
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| Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
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| Pistol on my side, I can’t let 'em kill my vibe
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| Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
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| I promise I’ma ride, yeah |