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Streets still

ride, ride ride,
ride ride, ride,
Put your down
out the heat
on
Ride ride, ride,
ride, ride ride

Im screaming money and nothing from the top of my
riding with police behind me in a car full of
I got one foot on the gas, one foot in of the judge
my baby mama still want every ounce of my blood
these haters I die, my niggas hoping I blow
my die and the shell, I said them letter and so
Come on and step in my world, my life is realer yours
I watch bullets explode man brains on the wall
but this be calling, try to beg me to listen
lost faith in the game and so I change my
to stack me a million and stay the fuck out of prison
on the day that Im buried, I hope my is forgiven
I I need me a woman, Im addicted to whores,
got the mind of a soldier ready to for the corps
ready to lie on the stand, to die for my seeds
ready to die as man, and live on my knees.

Screaming fucking all the haters, mother fuck all bitches
got no time for these hoes, I got my on my riches
tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the
But this still calling, gotta beg me to listen
Screaming fuck all these hater, fuck all this bitches
got no time for these hoes, I got my model my
tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the
But this still calling, gotta beg me to listen

Im fuck all these haters, mother fuck all these bitches

These haters around bet Tweezie fuck all they bitches.
got some in the dishes I got some coke in the pot
a couple feins in the kitchen they dope in the spot
a nigga know Im hot, there's no controlin' my fate
thats why I say my prayers when I put work on my plate
And I pray, can you hear me Im just hoping you listen
and I just sold me a couple guess he granted my wishes
I done shot with precision done elluded prisons
Im tryin to run the game, its hard to do when you
now Im calling shots affiliate with the mob
now nobody hard to reach all the is a call
no disregard for the law. these little rebellin'
he with the burner like what the fuck should I tell em
I told em go back to school, pick up this weapon
then it picked up a pack that he be reppin

TWIGG

Okay, now were rIding time, niggas for they team
still they focused on the while Im trying be a king
mafioso, young nigga but Ive alive
yeah, six but bangin like a nigga six five thats right
tryin to see a hundred milli, but you see these creeps hate tho
see you doing thangs but they just wanna see you meet your maker.
hail thy father for I to the above
b-fore Im you in person Ill be facing at a judge
send these slugs for these niggas, no love for these
got no time for these hoes, fucking this bitches yeah
money on my mind, but mines on another
Grado told me all the time,
hesitate instead, keep these niggas fed,
fuck is Mark Walburg..all these niggas
we just getting money fuck what other niggas
set up on top view, hustle hard fuck the feds till Im dead