IDK
Let me tell you how it be
Riding through the city Foreign whip can barely see
Bitches on my dick and yes I feel incredibly
Niggas on my dick idk why just let me breath
Lord please
Hold on
Yeah I'm back and I'm talking my shit
Feelin real nice I just bought a new whip
The shit I wished I had when I was a kid
When I was a kid I was dreaming bout this
Whenever my brothers all got locked away
I was bout six didn't know what to say
All I do know is I'm never go fold and the fact
Of the matter that's how it's gone stay
They had me riding in candy pain
Twenty fours all on the interstate
Use to sit back try and imitate
Picked up on game never replicate
Can't fuck with them cause them niggas fake
All in my face try and integrate
Got the same circle since eleventh grade
All of my dawgs never hesitate
All in my bag and I'm starting to show
Why I'm in this bitch playin with pros
They saying Corey Tyrone going crazy
You better believe that is all that I know
This beat go crazy I'm showing my ass
Never ride slow don't care if I crash
You woulda thought I was riding with Khloe
The way that I'm making the kardash
Let me tell you how it be
Riding through the city Foreign whip can barely see
Bitches on my dick and yes I feel incredibly
Niggas on my dick idk why just let me breath
Lord please
Take a deep breath
All of the people I know be playing with poles
This shit ain't no recess
Coppin some shit for the low blowing one's
Trying to distress
Feel you son
Reminiscing back when I was on section 8
Never missing all the times I stayed up late
Thinkin bout if I was ever gone change my fate
Now I'm here shinning I suppose
Lost some
So you know I got to toast
For the ones here
know that I got you the future is clear
They steady watching it must be our year
Must be our year
Um yeah
This the premiere
Un yeah
And I can assure you that imma leave nothing to spare
Yeah
I can never go back
Get it by any means got to know that
From the field so you know I got to show that
Had a couple L's I got to hold that
Now I'm stacking my bread I can't fold that
Put ya phone in the drawer no Kodak
They keep telling me saying I'm throwback
My pops is the one that showed me that
They Can't hold me back
Let me tell you how it be
Riding through the city Foreign whip can barely see
Bitches on my dick and yes I feel incredibly
Niggas on my dick idk why just let me breath
Lord please
Riding through the city Foreign whip can barely see
Bitches on my dick and yes I feel incredibly
Niggas on my dick idk why just let me breath
Lord please
Hold on
Yeah I'm back and I'm talking my shit
Feelin real nice I just bought a new whip
The shit I wished I had when I was a kid
When I was a kid I was dreaming bout this
Whenever my brothers all got locked away
I was bout six didn't know what to say
All I do know is I'm never go fold and the fact
Of the matter that's how it's gone stay
They had me riding in candy pain
Twenty fours all on the interstate
Use to sit back try and imitate
Picked up on game never replicate
Can't fuck with them cause them niggas fake
All in my face try and integrate
Got the same circle since eleventh grade
All of my dawgs never hesitate
All in my bag and I'm starting to show
Why I'm in this bitch playin with pros
They saying Corey Tyrone going crazy
You better believe that is all that I know
This beat go crazy I'm showing my ass
Never ride slow don't care if I crash
You woulda thought I was riding with Khloe
The way that I'm making the kardash
Let me tell you how it be
Riding through the city Foreign whip can barely see
Bitches on my dick and yes I feel incredibly
Niggas on my dick idk why just let me breath
Lord please
Take a deep breath
All of the people I know be playing with poles
This shit ain't no recess
Coppin some shit for the low blowing one's
Trying to distress
Feel you son
Reminiscing back when I was on section 8
Never missing all the times I stayed up late
Thinkin bout if I was ever gone change my fate
Now I'm here shinning I suppose
Lost some
So you know I got to toast
For the ones here
know that I got you the future is clear
They steady watching it must be our year
Must be our year
Um yeah
This the premiere
Un yeah
And I can assure you that imma leave nothing to spare
Yeah
I can never go back
Get it by any means got to know that
From the field so you know I got to show that
Had a couple L's I got to hold that
Now I'm stacking my bread I can't fold that
Put ya phone in the drawer no Kodak
They keep telling me saying I'm throwback
My pops is the one that showed me that
They Can't hold me back
Let me tell you how it be
Riding through the city Foreign whip can barely see
Bitches on my dick and yes I feel incredibly
Niggas on my dick idk why just let me breath
Lord please
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Dye
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