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All in Stride

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I′m so tired (I sample)

But I just can't lose my style

Ok, I′m back to school you niggas, this is open campus

This is pimpin', I should slap a n***a open-handed

High off life, I told a model she needs lower standards

Asked her if she had a twin, I feel like Joey Tanner

Big spender, Kris Jenner, I promote the family

Car dashin', see the Benzo, she like "Oh, it′s happening"

Think she call me daddy cause she never knew her daddy

And my shooters all black, Rhythm Nation Janet

Boy don′t make me jack son, robbery, uh, bodily harm

Was underground, now she topping me off, slob on my knob

Niggas fronting like I ride with the mob

Why shouldn't I charge, me, myself, and I, ménage à trois

Play the odds, a yes-man is just a bobble-head doll

Holla them all, a n***a strutting like Pac at the court

Hop out the Porsche

Shake that ass, got that p***y on menus the a la carte

Boy I had to make my point bout this wave, watch for the sharks

Bounce

Yo, hold the f*ck up! You dusty feet ass bitches

Running here f*****g these niggas for free.

Worrying about how your bills gon′ get paid

. Bitch, if you knew better, you'll do better.

And you n***as ′round here working another n***a bomb,

And you ain't become no boss yet, get you some money!

Ok, I had to chef it up, I′m talking Cuban links

Tell her ain't no weak link in my Cuban link

Only like my cougars at a youthful age

Nigga, we was gangnin' since the platinum Fubu days

I got dreams of being Hova, I should move in yay

Listen bae, this s**t so good you′ll think I′m cool with Ye

Ok, my diamonds dancing I could bag a LisaRaye

Life is hard, but it's easy being truthful, baby

This s**t dope for real, overload the scales

This is pimpin′ like I got coke in my fingernail

Get the money baby, we don't f*ck with ain′t ours

Bet it back, I bet I match it like the same style

Chopsticks for beef from shutting P.F. Chang's down

I gave you prophecy my first one and you lamed out

Luckily, sold dope, but it wasn′t for me

Still the flow raw, peep the way I bubble in these streets

Who can f*ck with me

Nicky baby

(Dope, dope, dope)

All in Stride by Nick Grant - Lyrics & Covers