Ricky Story

I got death as a whoadie Ridin for me in the whip
Pray to god that it's a god to catch me if they catch me slip
Cause if my homies not my homies I can only trust what I grip
Grip on that loady if he cross me leave him holy repent
To my own conscious cause to my knowledge it was me or him
And I won't get Ricky'd outta envy cause he sitting on the bench
A pussy and a trick do share a common scent if shit get fishy only common sense to become cognoscente
Gotta watch my six

Fake niggas multiply by two that's 12 we dodging it
Multiplied by two that's 24 more hours I'm just tryin to live
So test me
And it take more than a complement to impress me
Cause I know what they see is a chest peice so aiming the thing where they chest be
Death riding with me when I'm riding in the whip
She ain't never turned against me everybody else den switched
Even she gon turn against me and but as pretty as she is
Ain't got shit my chick karma though she known to be a bitch



Credits
Writer(s): David Walcott
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