Tribe
Go hard for my tribe
All out for tribe
Ride Out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
I came back for my G's up
I been getting my p's up
Up and down that m5 but nope
I ain't gonna speed up
When there's a drought in the ends
They're like Trig please hurry up
I'll get there when I get there
But I'm getting there with this re-up
Who the fuck's gonna stop us
Word to Cooki and Boogie whole squad's full of monsters
Word to Tyson and Chad whole sqaud's full of polymaths
At the top yeah it's only us
Your luck would be over
Put a hex on your whole klan if your touch one of my soilders
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Big tree the can't chop down
Touch wood if they touch one
Cause I'm bringing the iron out for this cloth that I'm cut from
This dirt thatI've come from
Conandrum
How they come to your mum's drum and they're still walking around town
We're still surfing above clouds
On time like a bus route
Real niggas time not a bus down
I was gone but I'm back now
Still the boss in the back ground
All my g's in the back ground yeah they're still getting them packs out
Still trapped in this trap life still
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
All out for tribe
Ride Out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
I came back for my G's up
I been getting my p's up
Up and down that m5 but nope
I ain't gonna speed up
When there's a drought in the ends
They're like Trig please hurry up
I'll get there when I get there
But I'm getting there with this re-up
Who the fuck's gonna stop us
Word to Cooki and Boogie whole squad's full of monsters
Word to Tyson and Chad whole sqaud's full of polymaths
At the top yeah it's only us
Your luck would be over
Put a hex on your whole klan if your touch one of my soilders
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Big tree the can't chop down
Touch wood if they touch one
Cause I'm bringing the iron out for this cloth that I'm cut from
This dirt thatI've come from
Conandrum
How they come to your mum's drum and they're still walking around town
We're still surfing above clouds
On time like a bus route
Real niggas time not a bus down
I was gone but I'm back now
Still the boss in the back ground
All my g's in the back ground yeah they're still getting them packs out
Still trapped in this trap life still
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Go hard for my tribe
All out for my tribe
Ride out for my tribe
Sho' out for my tribe
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Jordan Anthony Edwards, Langton Machacha
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