Ambitions As A Rider
All white got me feelin' anotha way
My lady vague, callin' me the cake anime
A lil weight, I don't think of anotha way
They keep them thoughts, tryna keep on with Bobby Dre
Before you think of niggas you betta reap the niggas
Them real niggas, we knew who was gon' be the niggas
Gran style, who knew friends gon' be the killas?
And she feenin' in her blood and I feel the dealer
Got that butter pussy don't no-one want to serve
Smokin' dope with niggas that got away with murda
Free Hisalou, my nigga, like way the murda
Cuddle up on area, pull up on murda
I just made 10k on my iPhone
Pullin' out some goofy, check it then I'm gone
Think of the mo', three flesh, then I'm gone
Right from the shower, what I cite is an alibi
Shoot at me, bitch thinkin' you gotta die
I heard these niggas get rich off of lotta lies
And they ain't? since I was my daughter's size
I get ambition when I look in my daughter's eyes
Whoever knew I had a seat at the Harlem trials
Just last year I lost respect for a lotta guys
These niggas hitch on they shows, actin' like they wid it
Chicky 4 shit, look at the stow shit
Get toast and nobody got smoke shit
Could be me cause with me they will blow quick
Even the hills say I got the new chiba's peach
Should be in jail, it's a crime that I kill these beasts
This is for the folks gettin' pissed that I kill the streets
I got new weapons and I move for the enemy
I thought the doll, gettin' dollas the remedy
Thought, more money, more pro'lems is killin' me
Ah
My lady vague, callin' me the cake anime
A lil weight, I don't think of anotha way
They keep them thoughts, tryna keep on with Bobby Dre
Before you think of niggas you betta reap the niggas
Them real niggas, we knew who was gon' be the niggas
Gran style, who knew friends gon' be the killas?
And she feenin' in her blood and I feel the dealer
Got that butter pussy don't no-one want to serve
Smokin' dope with niggas that got away with murda
Free Hisalou, my nigga, like way the murda
Cuddle up on area, pull up on murda
I just made 10k on my iPhone
Pullin' out some goofy, check it then I'm gone
Think of the mo', three flesh, then I'm gone
Right from the shower, what I cite is an alibi
Shoot at me, bitch thinkin' you gotta die
I heard these niggas get rich off of lotta lies
And they ain't? since I was my daughter's size
I get ambition when I look in my daughter's eyes
Whoever knew I had a seat at the Harlem trials
Just last year I lost respect for a lotta guys
These niggas hitch on they shows, actin' like they wid it
Chicky 4 shit, look at the stow shit
Get toast and nobody got smoke shit
Could be me cause with me they will blow quick
Even the hills say I got the new chiba's peach
Should be in jail, it's a crime that I kill these beasts
This is for the folks gettin' pissed that I kill the streets
I got new weapons and I move for the enemy
I thought the doll, gettin' dollas the remedy
Thought, more money, more pro'lems is killin' me
Ah
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Writer(s): Louis Johnson
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