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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