Riding in a stolen
Having dreams that all of us
Will Ride around in foreigns
God gave me one chance
He said bring chase
So imma call him
And writing songs
This shit is easy
But it's way too boring
What you know bout hiding karti
In a cup and board it
Or hide that semi in the board
Don't tell the cops who stored it
When I was broke
Slept on the floor
Now all I know is floor it
And if he cook the pot
I'll walk inside and add some more in
This 40 on me
Don't slip up and now ya momma mourning
They said two options
I got one
You know this gun conjoining
I want it all , like it's Wakanda
Michael B Jordan
I'm Riding around in a foreign
Listening to Jordan
Cut all my friends loose
You Know I ain't got shit attached
How I'm the only one that's real
I got stabbed in the back
Buts it's ok cus I got back
And I ain't leave a track
I had god
Apes
And karma
Hit you like a bat
Hit you like a bat
800LBs
We rokk New York
I'll step on all em' rats
Yea
We coming like that
He said he like that
Boy you fried
Man that's a light pack
Yes that's a light deal
I said I got you all the time
Long as you keep it real
Put my heart in
If you play
That's life that imma steal
I can't believe i tell my loved ones
Keep that extra steel
Riding in a stolen
Having dreams that all of us
Will Ride around in foreigns
God gave me one chance
He said bring chase
So imma call him
And writing songs
This shit is easy
But it's way too boring
What you know bout hiding karti
In a cup and board it
Or hide that semi in the board
Don't tell the cops who stored it
When I was broke
Slept on the floor
Now all I know is floor it
And if he cook the pot
I'll walk inside and add some more in
This 40 on me
Don't slip up and now ya momma mourning
They said two options
I got one
You know this gun conjoining
I want it all , like it's Wakanda
Michael B Jordan
I'm Riding around in a foreign
Listening to Jordan
Hunta Mula - 2 Truths, Why Lie? Lyrics
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Riding in a stolen
Having dreams that all of us
Will Ride around in foreigns
God gave me one chance
He said bring chase
So imma call him
And writing songs
This shit is easy
But it's way too boring
What you know bout hiding karti
In a cup and board it
Or hide that semi in the board
Don't tell the cops who stored it
When I was broke
Slept on the floor
Now all I know is floor it
And if he cook the pot
I'll walk inside and add some more in
This 40 on me
Don't slip up and now ya momma mourning
They said two options
I got one
You know this gun conjoining
I want it all , like it's Wakanda
Michael B Jordan
I'm Riding around in a foreign
Listening to Jordan
Cut all my friends loose
You Know I ain't got shit attached
How I'm the only one that's real
I got stabbed in the back
Buts it's ok cus I got back
And I ain't leave a track
I had god
Apes
And karma
Hit you like a bat
Hit you like a bat
800LBs
We rokk New York
I'll step on all em' rats
Yea
We coming like that
He said he like that
Boy you fried
Man that's a light pack
Yes that's a light deal
I said I got you all the time
Long as you keep it real
Put my heart in
If you play
That's life that imma steal
I can't believe i tell my loved ones
Keep that extra steel
Riding in a stolen
Having dreams that all of us
Will Ride around in foreigns
God gave me one chance
He said bring chase
So imma call him
And writing songs
This shit is easy
But it's way too boring
What you know bout hiding karti
In a cup and board it
Or hide that semi in the board
Don't tell the cops who stored it
When I was broke
Slept on the floor
Now all I know is floor it
And if he cook the pot
I'll walk inside and add some more in
This 40 on me
Don't slip up and now ya momma mourning
They said two options
I got one
You know this gun conjoining
I want it all , like it's Wakanda
Michael B Jordan
I'm Riding around in a foreign
Listening to Jordan
Having dreams that all of us
Will Ride around in foreigns
God gave me one chance
He said bring chase
So imma call him
And writing songs
This shit is easy
But it's way too boring
What you know bout hiding karti
In a cup and board it
Or hide that semi in the board
Don't tell the cops who stored it
When I was broke
Slept on the floor
Now all I know is floor it
And if he cook the pot
I'll walk inside and add some more in
This 40 on me
Don't slip up and now ya momma mourning
They said two options
I got one
You know this gun conjoining
I want it all , like it's Wakanda
Michael B Jordan
I'm Riding around in a foreign
Listening to Jordan
Cut all my friends loose
You Know I ain't got shit attached
How I'm the only one that's real
I got stabbed in the back
Buts it's ok cus I got back
And I ain't leave a track
I had god
Apes
And karma
Hit you like a bat
Hit you like a bat
800LBs
We rokk New York
I'll step on all em' rats
Yea
We coming like that
He said he like that
Boy you fried
Man that's a light pack
Yes that's a light deal
I said I got you all the time
Long as you keep it real
Put my heart in
If you play
That's life that imma steal
I can't believe i tell my loved ones
Keep that extra steel
Riding in a stolen
Having dreams that all of us
Will Ride around in foreigns
God gave me one chance
He said bring chase
So imma call him
And writing songs
This shit is easy
But it's way too boring
What you know bout hiding karti
In a cup and board it
Or hide that semi in the board
Don't tell the cops who stored it
When I was broke
Slept on the floor
Now all I know is floor it
And if he cook the pot
I'll walk inside and add some more in
This 40 on me
Don't slip up and now ya momma mourning
They said two options
I got one
You know this gun conjoining
I want it all , like it's Wakanda
Michael B Jordan
I'm Riding around in a foreign
Listening to Jordan
Writer: Jordan Chisholm
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