Gotta keep my blick when I be riding thru the city
Watch out for them snakes I got some real niggas wimme
Do this shit for my lil cousin he look up to me he don't fear me
Show you better than I can tell you, cause I know sometimes you don't hear me
Then my money started talking for me
Pistol in my jeans, and a knot, got me walking funny
Gotta dodge the cops, conversations I be talking funny
But we can't talk unless you talking money
They say it cost to be the boss nobody bought this for me
Who got a offer for me
Tryna sign a deal dream bout them days they gotta office for me
Wake up got my chef cooking them eggs bitching making coffee for me
Learned a whole lot from a losses, some people double crossed me
Got me crucified
Feel like I died twice came back alive
I ain't never make the coffin
Let Jesus grab the wheel cuz he know i almost lost it
F*cked up in the head I just had codeine with my sausage
My mama hesitate to call me a addict
But she say she hate my habits
Say She can't have it
They just wonder how I manage all this damage that I'm feeling
Gotta keep my blick when I be riding thru the city
Watch out for them snakes I got some real niggas wimme
Do this shit for my lil cousin he look up to me he don't fear me
Show you better than I Can tell you, cause I know sometimes you don't hear me
Sometimes I feel like you ain't get to know the real me
I just wonder if you gone feel me
Wonder if you gone get to know the real me
Sometimes I speak on how I feel but don't go into detail
She blocked me on all platforms ima hit her on the email
Got no respect for authority i ball like Latrell Spreewell
Might hit you off the heezy tryna rap like Jamil Inkwell
Trap or die I think I'm Jeezy I think these niggas is females
Smoke dope it help me sleep well
Came from robbing not a killer like I'm Ezell
I can't be still
Know a nigga overdosed off 3 pills
Did a lot dirt that could prolly still get me killed
That's why I gotta keep steel
I'm just tryna keep real
Do this for my Niggas that's locked up but never seen jail
Tryna make my life a paradise or its gone be hell
Money come with pain you put in time and you gone be healed
I just be to myself
Cause I can't be around ppl I ain't being myself
The life I live it's just me and myself
I had some ppl that I trusted that left me to myself
On days I needed some help
Lost ties
Can't tell if you was always fake or you just crossed sides
Try set a boundary I be too quick to cross lines
You ain't no player they gone hit you with a offsides
2 years that we ain't spoke we making up for lost time
But I keep money on my mind I almost lost mine
You taught me how to focus
I showed you how to grind
Try show you how to spend yo money so you never lose no time
Gotta ride with my blick when I be in the city
Watch out for them snakes I got real niggas wimme
Stoner Pimpson - Ridin' Lyrics
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Gotta keep my blick when I be riding thru the city
Watch out for them snakes I got some real niggas wimme
Do this shit for my lil cousin he look up to me he don't fear me
Show you better than I can tell you, cause I know sometimes you don't hear me
Then my money started talking for me
Pistol in my jeans, and a knot, got me walking funny
Gotta dodge the cops, conversations I be talking funny
But we can't talk unless you talking money
They say it cost to be the boss nobody bought this for me
Who got a offer for me
Tryna sign a deal dream bout them days they gotta office for me
Wake up got my chef cooking them eggs bitching making coffee for me
Learned a whole lot from a losses, some people double crossed me
Got me crucified
Feel like I died twice came back alive
I ain't never make the coffin
Let Jesus grab the wheel cuz he know i almost lost it
F*cked up in the head I just had codeine with my sausage
My mama hesitate to call me a addict
But she say she hate my habits
Say She can't have it
They just wonder how I manage all this damage that I'm feeling
Gotta keep my blick when I be riding thru the city
Watch out for them snakes I got some real niggas wimme
Do this shit for my lil cousin he look up to me he don't fear me
Show you better than I Can tell you, cause I know sometimes you don't hear me
Sometimes I feel like you ain't get to know the real me
I just wonder if you gone feel me
Wonder if you gone get to know the real me
Sometimes I speak on how I feel but don't go into detail
She blocked me on all platforms ima hit her on the email
Got no respect for authority i ball like Latrell Spreewell
Might hit you off the heezy tryna rap like Jamil Inkwell
Trap or die I think I'm Jeezy I think these niggas is females
Smoke dope it help me sleep well
Came from robbing not a killer like I'm Ezell
I can't be still
Know a nigga overdosed off 3 pills
Did a lot dirt that could prolly still get me killed
That's why I gotta keep steel
I'm just tryna keep real
Do this for my Niggas that's locked up but never seen jail
Tryna make my life a paradise or its gone be hell
Money come with pain you put in time and you gone be healed
I just be to myself
Cause I can't be around ppl I ain't being myself
The life I live it's just me and myself
I had some ppl that I trusted that left me to myself
On days I needed some help
Lost ties
Can't tell if you was always fake or you just crossed sides
Try set a boundary I be too quick to cross lines
You ain't no player they gone hit you with a offsides
2 years that we ain't spoke we making up for lost time
But I keep money on my mind I almost lost mine
You taught me how to focus
I showed you how to grind
Try show you how to spend yo money so you never lose no time
Gotta ride with my blick when I be in the city
Watch out for them snakes I got real niggas wimme
Watch out for them snakes I got some real niggas wimme
Do this shit for my lil cousin he look up to me he don't fear me
Show you better than I can tell you, cause I know sometimes you don't hear me
Then my money started talking for me
Pistol in my jeans, and a knot, got me walking funny
Gotta dodge the cops, conversations I be talking funny
But we can't talk unless you talking money
They say it cost to be the boss nobody bought this for me
Who got a offer for me
Tryna sign a deal dream bout them days they gotta office for me
Wake up got my chef cooking them eggs bitching making coffee for me
Learned a whole lot from a losses, some people double crossed me
Got me crucified
Feel like I died twice came back alive
I ain't never make the coffin
Let Jesus grab the wheel cuz he know i almost lost it
F*cked up in the head I just had codeine with my sausage
My mama hesitate to call me a addict
But she say she hate my habits
Say She can't have it
They just wonder how I manage all this damage that I'm feeling
Gotta keep my blick when I be riding thru the city
Watch out for them snakes I got some real niggas wimme
Do this shit for my lil cousin he look up to me he don't fear me
Show you better than I Can tell you, cause I know sometimes you don't hear me
Sometimes I feel like you ain't get to know the real me
I just wonder if you gone feel me
Wonder if you gone get to know the real me
Sometimes I speak on how I feel but don't go into detail
She blocked me on all platforms ima hit her on the email
Got no respect for authority i ball like Latrell Spreewell
Might hit you off the heezy tryna rap like Jamil Inkwell
Trap or die I think I'm Jeezy I think these niggas is females
Smoke dope it help me sleep well
Came from robbing not a killer like I'm Ezell
I can't be still
Know a nigga overdosed off 3 pills
Did a lot dirt that could prolly still get me killed
That's why I gotta keep steel
I'm just tryna keep real
Do this for my Niggas that's locked up but never seen jail
Tryna make my life a paradise or its gone be hell
Money come with pain you put in time and you gone be healed
I just be to myself
Cause I can't be around ppl I ain't being myself
The life I live it's just me and myself
I had some ppl that I trusted that left me to myself
On days I needed some help
Lost ties
Can't tell if you was always fake or you just crossed sides
Try set a boundary I be too quick to cross lines
You ain't no player they gone hit you with a offsides
2 years that we ain't spoke we making up for lost time
But I keep money on my mind I almost lost mine
You taught me how to focus
I showed you how to grind
Try show you how to spend yo money so you never lose no time
Gotta ride with my blick when I be in the city
Watch out for them snakes I got real niggas wimme
Writer: Jordan Stewart
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