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Riding On E
Just listen Woo! I'm smoking something strong on the
East with my niggas I
remember riding on E
with my niggas Trapping, no sleep, tryna eat with my niggas Now I
step into the
club, she wanna leave with my niggas Gang, gang, gang, yeah, it's a
gang ting But if we on a
mission, it's prolly just three of my niggas I
been on the
paper chase, straight no days off Dreaming but I
ain't been sleep in a
minute I'm knee-deep in it, yeah Fucking let me breathe for a
minute Cah' the
air ain't clean where I'm living I
can smell the
demons in it So I'm rolling in the
deep end with it You know I
ain't catching no feelings, yeah That love be the
killer, yeah Me, I'm tryna be the
best millionaire Then the
next billionaire I
got my killies that will kill in here Ain't a
thing to find out where you living, yeah Whenever the
script gets flipped and the
tables get turned You don't wanna cross me when your bridges get burned I
been with the
same niggas in the
same farm Smoking Mary J, I'm at the J
[?] Then I
let the
tray burn, we don't fuck with Satan I
been on the
mission since I
been awakened Still I
can't send it, can't hit the
station Gotta keep it blatant, running out of patience You know Still I'm running outta patience Still I'm running outta patience We done made it out the
basement But we ain't made it out the
pavements So I'm staying with the
stainless Bet this bullet leave you brainless In these streets, you gotta say less Running with the
same friends Getting money out the
same ends In this beef, I
never make amends Band, always tryna get the
upper hand on me Don't they know I
do this for the
gang? Talking 'bout that money, it's more than a
couple grand I'm a
real top boy, I
don't do it for the
'gram Grow up on the
block, drug dealing on the
scram Thug was 13, bust an AC, no Milan Young niggas tryna get rich off a
scam Going [?], that was never part of the
plan, no Now I'm tryna get it, early bird get the
worm Hoes in my trackies, but them birds had to turn Breaking all the
laws, get a
bird, fuck the
sun And see how many niggas gon' fuck your bird from your fam I
was in the
trap putting all them herbs on the
can Got into this rap, now it's verse after verse This fame shit, it really be a
gift and a
curse Can't slip when they lurk, keep a
grip on your If we do this right, bruv We back on top No more of that fucking around on the
street corners selling shit
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