Ring of Fire

Nigga know I'm outside
You look like you lost you need a guide
Ian ever seen you whatchu doin on this side
Walk up on his car Trimm whatchu doin in this ride
Faced em point blank nigga he took to long to reply
I poured some oil on the ground cuz nigga all I do is slide
I shaped that shit into a ring I walk inside and set a fire
My steppers linked to the streets
You got sum hate but mine is higher
In my Glock that we trust
You gon' be the next to die
You gon' be the next to die, but you not the first to try

Niggas know how I ride
Got that .30 on my side
Got that .40 in my bag
So many sticks, you think we mad
Got that Drakie in my trunk
I don't step, nigga, I stomp

Bitch
This all I do, I'm like a monk
I ain't trippin' bout no punk
Spray him up just like a skunk
In the A, I got them crunk

In the whole city, I bump
I've been gettin' on my people's side
Sum like Donald Trump
Every morning, hit the block
I'm addicted, I can't stop

Only thing that'll take me away is when this rappin' shit take off
All this work that I put in, man, it started payin' off
All these yards that I done ran
Feelin' like I'm Randy Moss

You can run and run again, but I bet you won't get far
Damn near changed my heritage
Fuck a ski, I got a scarf
All my niggas terrorists, always makin' homemade bombs

Every day, I make a hit, but nigga
It's still not enough
I pour some oil on the ground
cause, nigga, all I do is slide
I shaped that shit into a ring that I walk inside and set a fire

My steppers linked to the streets
You got some hate, but mine is higher
In my Glock that we trust, you gon' be the next to die
You gon' be the next to die

But you not the first to try
Niggas know how I ride
Got that .30 on my side
Got that .40 in my bag

So many sticks, you think we mad
Got that Drakie in my trunk
I don't step, nigga, I stomp
Say gang, I'ma keep it a buck

We gon' wish you the bestest luck
But we don't like how you been movin'
So you gotta get the fuck
But it's best if I had told you
Cuz we could've slimed you out
Could've hit you in your mouth
Could've flipped you upside down

I'm going up the smarter way

I can never sign a deal, nigga
That's the harder way
They hoped that I was gon' burn out
But that was a partial wave
We don't eat the same meals, nigga. I need larger prey

I miss my dawg. He was real, nigga
Look for better days
It was hard but even still, nigga. Look how far we came
My nigga Molly, he gon' never change

We goin' all the way
I know NBM don't got no snakes, can yo gang say the same

It's the environment to blame
It don't look like much during the day

But when night fall, them niggas bang
I ain't telling you do the same, but just stay up out my lane
On my side, them niggas dirty. Stop your heartbeat
Eddie Kane

Strip em out in the rain
Nigga know i ain't playing
Yeah might just hop up on a plane

I pour some oil on the ground
cause nigga all I do is slide
I shaped that shit into a ring that I walk inside and set a fire
My steppers linked to the streets

You got some hate, but mine is higher
In my Glock that we trust, you gon' be the next to die
You gon be the next to die
But you not the first to try
Niggas know how I ride

Got that .30 on my side
Got that .40 in my bag
So many sticks you think we mad
Got that Drakie in my trunk
I don't step, nigga, I stomp



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Writer(s): Deonte Brown
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