My niggas is ready to ride, ready to die
Pussy, don't try me or you will die
187, murder, homicide, ain't no suicide
Packin' the burner, it's still by my side
Evil, all that's on my mind
You can't control me, well, it's a ride
I'm smoking inside of my ride
I pull up, I cut off the lights
I pull up, I'm taking your life
Do what I do, to survive
Exorcise the afterlife
Demons and angels move, when I write
The book of modern time
Wrote in blood and sweat and tears, all my life
Keeps my ear, to the streets, with the grip on my nine
I'm riding, I'm rolling, I'm smoking, I'm holding
I'm making this money all day and night
Do what I do, to survive
While I'm getting high
Catching a buzz, while I watch the sunrise
Hop back in my ride, cannot waste no time
Money, all that's on my mind
Push me to the limits till I die
Till I close my eyes, till them doves cry
Rolling through them streetlights
Light up another blunt, I'm just living life
A players paradise, a players paradise
A players paradise
This is a bum rush, this ain't no accident
Watch all those niggas decline
I keep my head down, no sleep
I be working, I can't keep no track of the times
Remember them times, when niggas ain't had shit
Was looking grim, it was tragic
Thank god, I be working
And when I say struggling, I just be talking 'bout past tense
I used to feel worthless
Got me a bag and moved all of my shit off the curb
You niggas ain't heard shit
I did this on purpose
Yeah, I worked for too long
There's no way I would nerf shit
I was chilling thirteen, while my OG's out here serving
Say I got PTSD from watching old heads working
I just say, I learned this shit from jumping off the porch, ay
I was tagging names before you niggas could record, ay
If these niggas street then I'm from under all these floors, ay
Nigga, what's the underground?
My whole team don't made a sound
Kept it real from the jump
That's why I don't see you around, ay
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My niggas is ready to ride, ready to die
Pussy, don't try me or you will die
187, murder, homicide, ain't no suicide
Packin' the burner, it's still by my side
Evil, all that's on my mind
You can't control me, well, it's a ride
I'm smoking inside of my ride
I pull up, I cut off the lights
I pull up, I'm taking your life
Do what I do, to survive
Exorcise the afterlife
Demons and angels move, when I write
The book of modern time
Wrote in blood and sweat and tears, all my life
Keeps my ear, to the streets, with the grip on my nine
I'm riding, I'm rolling, I'm smoking, I'm holding
I'm making this money all day and night
Do what I do, to survive
While I'm getting high
Catching a buzz, while I watch the sunrise
Hop back in my ride, cannot waste no time
Money, all that's on my mind
Push me to the limits till I die
Till I close my eyes, till them doves cry
Rolling through them streetlights
Light up another blunt, I'm just living life
A players paradise, a players paradise
A players paradise
This is a bum rush, this ain't no accident
Watch all those niggas decline
I keep my head down, no sleep
I be working, I can't keep no track of the times
Remember them times, when niggas ain't had shit
Was looking grim, it was tragic
Thank god, I be working
And when I say struggling, I just be talking 'bout past tense
I used to feel worthless
Got me a bag and moved all of my shit off the curb
You niggas ain't heard shit
I did this on purpose
Yeah, I worked for too long
There's no way I would nerf shit
I was chilling thirteen, while my OG's out here serving
Say I got PTSD from watching old heads working
I just say, I learned this shit from jumping off the porch, ay
I was tagging names before you niggas could record, ay
If these niggas street then I'm from under all these floors, ay
Nigga, what's the underground?
My whole team don't made a sound
Kept it real from the jump
That's why I don't see you around, ay