Ridin'_01

Riding too steady and I'm too fucking clean
Riding through the city with a semi on me
And I, and I
With a semi on me, and I, and I
With a semi on me, aye

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Riding too steady and I'm too fucking clean
Riding through the city with a semi on me
And I, and I
With a semi on me, and I, and I
With a semi on me, aye

Back in the background
Never really had shit
Now I wanna be front line
I'm soldiering in this bitch
Sell my soul for a sandwich
That's what happens when you poor
Eaton' dollar store ready meals
Want the shit that I couldn't afford

Cop a Tesla, I traded the Ford
Platinum records, get these awards
The accolades is calling my name
Not yours!
I'm working non stop
Your shit sounding, plank
Bored!
I ain't go to sleep
I wake up my whole body sore
You the poster boy? You the poser boy
I been the weirdo who ain't got no friends
Just the beats, a pad and pen
Look at D, he back again
I spit the heat like whites when they taste cinnamon, Damn



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Writer(s): Darrion Parton
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