(Uh)
(Hu-uuuh)
(Yeah)
(Huh)
(On God)
(On God)
(On God)
(On God)
Happen many times I tried too give it my all
But they never understand feel like they want me too fall
Heart been hurt alone at night they never call on my phone
Hit me up she say she miss me wanna give me her all
Pick me up then kicked me down cause now i'm blocked her phone
Family shit just drag me down I wanna get up but fall
Falling down I hit my feet i started runnin'
Look at me now changing pace feeling splendid
From a City you Die young or you start killin'
Ride alone you better watch who by your side
Harley Harley baby said "She love too ride"
She tried too get me told her "That I got 9 lives"
Brodie wit' Me and we Kick It Jack and Rudy
Bruce Lee I chop em' wit the stick
Wu-Tang he cuffin' on yo sis
Wu-Tang we chop em' off the list
We get em gone' he ain't with this
Uh-huh riding with Demons no cat SRT
Drag Pac push it through the Ville
Meet me at the top Tyrieke Hill
Victim of the oop got em' Killed
Never trust a face keep concealed
Day One niggas got em' Killed
I could never drop and get killed
Ridin' With the thing on my hip
Zoning out blunt on my lip
Bitch I been gone keep it real
Fell like 40 Times but I got up like 41
Had a feeling deep inside it cut and ripped right through my lungs
I'm Talking Way Side baby lil momma eyes was crazy
She had a spell on me she had me acting hella brazy
Falling from the sky this shit was crazy not goin' Lie
Had me fall apart inside could see the lies before we tried
Off White mix it with the Rick
Ten band stack on my fit
Spider Tee Spider on my Dick
Count Fast always gotta stick
They be watchin' Plotting on the kid
Baby goat calling me the kid
Green Money Gieco Lid
Slimeball Slime did the fit
Falling down I hit my feet i started runnin'
Look at me now changing pace feeling splendid
From a City you Die young or you start killin'
Ride alone you better watch who by your side
Harley Harley baby said "She love too ride"
She tried too get me told her "That I got 9 lives"
Brodie wit' Me and we Kick It Jack and Rudy
Bruce Lee I chop em' wit the stick
Wu-Tang he cuffin' on yo sis
Wu-Tang we chop em' off the list
We get em gone' he ain't with this
Uh-huh riding with Demons no cat SRT
Drag Pac push it through the Ville
Meet me at the top Tyrieke Hill
Victim of the oop got em' Killed
Never trust a face keep concealed
Day One niggas got em' Killed
I could never drop and get killed
Ridin' With the thing on my hip
Zoning out blunt on my lip
Bitch I been gone keep it real
Fell like 40 Times but I got up like 41
Had a feeling deep inside it cut and ripped right through my lungs
I'm Talking Way-Side baby lil momma eyes was crazy
She had a spell on me she had me acting hella brazy
(Still fucking hate this song)