Ride W / Me

Okay, skip to my Lou I be dancing on instrumentals (yeah)
Quick when I move, every move is so detrimental (yeah)
Mark of the beast in the streets, they coming to get you
Streets will pull your card be careful what you get into
So lets take it to the slums were they be moving on n*ggas
In the Ville they know if you don't belong n*gga
Black house hold single mother, that's killer
Black oldest son got them bags, that's dealer
She bust inside his room like "what you been on n*gga"
"And why you got all this damn jewelry on n*gga"
She ain't know he in them streets he repping blue all on n*ggas
He got a 223 like two Lebron's n*gga
Comin up you kept it real stating facts, that's just the basics
Sometimes that shit get hard being black, I hate to say it
America going downhill, I hate to face it (damn)
Mass shootings, same gun laws, Trump wouldn't change it (damn)
I need a chain white as it get, I'm not a racist (never)
Opportunities come and go, you got to take it (give me that)
That money don't wait for a soul, you got to chase
Been thru hell and back, now I'm man of steel, I'm talking stainless
Feeling like a headless chicken how I'm running round
N*ggas on them stranger things, turn them upside down (eleven)
Marching with me people I'm gone stomp around
Why cops ask questions after they gun us down (come on)
Maybe they think we do something after the sun go down (huh)
Might as well be deer, these n*ggas hunting now
We done seen so much I swear it's nothing now
I just keep my distance I don't trust them now
I done faced my demons I can hug them now
This is hell on earth but I'm accustom now



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Writer(s): Troy Ivery
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