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Uh.

Yeah, ride with my black, ride with my black touch.

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shoot.

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shoot.

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop.

Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steeds, pop shoot.

I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith.

Cool the best.

I clean up mess.

Mops get shit off my chest.

I took too many steps.

Rockets.

James Harden.

My fame gone and my game off.

And I get bagged.

Leave of your finest.

I came farther than a lot of haters said that I could.

Became your father.

That shit's pop.

Now I pop, reason cockpits.

Way high as planes, my stock is raised.

Let's be honest, I was balling way before the bucks.

Feel like Giannis under Takupo.

These bitches too slow, done found me a loophole.

Competition I've been taking care of.

This a group home.

Stacks been getting plenty.

Spitting, cracking in the city's rap game.

Had to stick my foot in like any mini-money moe to you.

Feel like the goat to you.

Also known as Prince of Delamo to you.

Wait.

Ride with my black, ride with my black pops.

Wait.

Ride with my black, ride with my black pops.

Wait.

Ride with my black, ride with my black pops.

Ride with my block, ride with my block ride with my block, ride with my block

Dance on my heels.

Mind bending still.

Plug in my wheel.

Dubs what I fear.

Ride for my tears.

Wait.

died for my block rise in that pot led to my ops dead in that box thorns in my bop god in my rag shells on that earth and I know it I did

Speak my name and they ain't glowin' what?

Jumpin' out that big boy thing, the gun smokin'

Was backseatin' when Loki was no gimme now, Benji, ay Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy, he ain't, uh Chef Boy Groovy when y'all sleepin', yo, we feastin', ay Nine years in it, it's still pickin', yo, let's go for ten, uh Bell Snuggie, he got them M's, huh Ben's rim rub, Big Bank, the main shooter The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landing The gun told her, one dream, the wind so loud Ride with my black, ride with my black patch

Ride with my black ride with my black cops Ride with my black ride with my black cops

Wild with my black, wild with my black pot.

Wild with my black, wild with my black pot.

Wild with my blood, wild with my blood Pops, wild with my blood

Wild with my block, wild with my block.