Riding

Riding in the mustang
I got an impala too
No longer on the train
How bout you
Paid all my debt
And I'm out of school
I do want I want
How bout you
How bout you
How bout you
How bout you
How bout you
I do what I want
God is great and the paper straight
Everyday

My cousin only Sixteen
Hype that he got a couple grand
When I was only Sixteen
I was still playin with rubber bands
I see why he hype
Always flexin on the gram
But I twenty-six now
I'm done playin in the sand
Life is short
What you talkin about Willis
Think about it bro
The survival of the realest
That's why these young rappers gettin gunned down
Survival of the illest
The way the government set up
They all tryin kill us
But before that
I'm tryin get my bands ups
brands up
In case they pull me over
Shoot before I put my hands up
Ridin through the suburbs
No longer in Kansas
Click my heels three times before they want to band us
Riot, stupid, beat us, put us
All in, hospital bandage
Take us, to the, court house, lawyer
Sayin, theirs nothing, they can, manage
Black people peaceful people
Till they pulled the guns out
Take advantage
That's why I buy gold and property
They could never stand us
I got it out yo

Riding in the mustang
I got an impala too
No longer on the train
How bout you
Paid all my debt
And I'm out of school
I do want I want
How bout you
How bout you
How bout you
How bout you
How bout you
I do what I want
God is great and the paper straight
Everyday

I got balls in the trunk
Not guns in the trunk
Any girl I mess with
Got junk in the trunk
I'd rather take her out
Then take her to bed
She frequently ask
Would you care for some head
I declined, I rather talk instead
If I don't get married
Ima virgin when in dead
Bury me in my Cherokee
And all my gold
So when I meet my maker
He'll know I carried my load



Credits
Writer(s): Marquis Boone
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