Training Wheels (feat. Krow)
I feel away for real I wonder why
Pull out that spaceship, pull up and slide
I feel that pain for real, I kept it inside
Took off them training wheels we ready to ride
You ain't never went and shot shit
But me I really had to plot shit
If I send you to go ride nigga
You better come back like you drop shit
Shit could get messy like mop sticks
But I'm from the city of Glocks bitch
Go go gadget I get ratchet
Now we just watching his top lift
Real pain from a coke dealer
Where I'm from it ain't no hope nigga
So we ride with this pole out
Fuck around I'll get you smoked nigga
Fast life when I ride around but these Percocets make it slow nigga
Silver bullets for the spoonfed, gold chains for the gold diggers
Cop the work And then I cut it twice
All this money wouldn't fold nigga
I ain't never had to lie to kick it
So the truth is what I told niggas
Same work I done Robbed for is the same work I've done sold niggas
You can try to pull a fast one but I swear to God it's looking slow nigga
Cause I feel a way for real I wonder why
You know the gang in here we heavy inside
No we ain't playing fair be ready to die
Took off them training wheels we ready to ride ready to ride
I feel away for real I wonder why
Pull out that spaceship, pull up and slide
I feel that pain for real, I kept it inside
Took off them training wheels we ready to ride
Pull out that spaceship, pull up and slide
I feel that pain for real, I kept it inside
Took off them training wheels we ready to ride
You ain't never went and shot shit
But me I really had to plot shit
If I send you to go ride nigga
You better come back like you drop shit
Shit could get messy like mop sticks
But I'm from the city of Glocks bitch
Go go gadget I get ratchet
Now we just watching his top lift
Real pain from a coke dealer
Where I'm from it ain't no hope nigga
So we ride with this pole out
Fuck around I'll get you smoked nigga
Fast life when I ride around but these Percocets make it slow nigga
Silver bullets for the spoonfed, gold chains for the gold diggers
Cop the work And then I cut it twice
All this money wouldn't fold nigga
I ain't never had to lie to kick it
So the truth is what I told niggas
Same work I done Robbed for is the same work I've done sold niggas
You can try to pull a fast one but I swear to God it's looking slow nigga
Cause I feel a way for real I wonder why
You know the gang in here we heavy inside
No we ain't playing fair be ready to die
Took off them training wheels we ready to ride ready to ride
I feel away for real I wonder why
Pull out that spaceship, pull up and slide
I feel that pain for real, I kept it inside
Took off them training wheels we ready to ride
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Feliz
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