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When we ride, we ride to kill So don't slip, girl, we'll get rude
Blood got spilled and that road got taped That's the real definition of drool
They talk bout things they ain't done Now they can't be talking bout us
We ain't gonna lie on tracks Even the feds know we bust our guns
Still move low, but I'm bait And I'm still tryna dodge this case
Still tryna score on the opps You don't wanna see me squeezing the gauge
Nowadays, everyone's bad But me, I see through the fake
You ain't ever done, man, bait on the mains Then read about it on the front page
You ain't ever had one, bail when it spins And still slap a man in his face
This is real life, no GTA Trust me, you don't wanna cross these gates
Smoke so I live, I'm a violent guy And there ain't no reason to lie
Three mile broads, yeah, they threw me in time Some for the trap of violent crimes
Still putting smoke in grips Still taking trips to the other side
And we still gotta school these kids Cause they don't learn, so they gotta get fried
But then it's back to the bands Can't need whaps on whaps on whaps
Still gotta score these goals All I know is attack, attack, attack
Every day I wake, I pray Thank God I got NFA
Cause I would've been rotting in the cage Waiting on canteen every Saturday
Three of my friends that are riding birds Can't wait till they're back on the curbs
And we really do draws real life Them man, they're just drilling their verse
How they get birdie for stealing in person?
Swear I can't believe that I beef these nerds
Let me set up punk, I'll burst him And pray he ends up in a hearse