Ride Wit Me

Aye how much you want for that bike my ****

Oh yea, let me get that off you, I need that

I deserve a medal, I put work in on these pedals, yeah, yeah

I was in my ghetto, dodgin' cops, the opps, and devils, yeah yeah

You ever broke a QP down to sacks and served it in a day

I was mobil on that Huffy from the plaza to the eight, yeah

Pockets loaded, mostly ones of fives, but I was straight

Sellin' nickels, dimes, and eighths, but felt like I was movin' weight, yeah

Ride to 99th to hit up Smoke, cause he was boltin' me

Either that or I would tell Lil' Bro to hit up Los for me

Quick trip down to Lowell, I was marchin' through the Wasteland

They loved me over there, still kept that 40 in my waistband

I got that fire, my ****, what you need, I got, my ****

The block been hot, my ****, meet me at the lot, my ****

Remember robbin, Shhh, soon as he hit his drop, my ****

So what, I did it, shouldn't have did that by my spot, my ****

Climb up on these pegs and take a ride with me

All you'll see is homicides and robberies

It's demons in my hood, it's one inside of me

I just put that shit on wax to get it out of me

I sold gram after gram, fought jam after jam

I bussed my gun, the opps knowin' exactly who I am

It sucks, but I know police know exactly who I am

I say, fuck it, I can't be shit, but exactly who I am

I took trips when **** slipped and turned they misery to planes

But karma is a bitch, I can't get caught without my flame

Or maybe that bitch caught me when they saw me in Lorain

Rich or broke, I kept it solid, won't get far without my name

Climb up on these pegs and take a ride with me

All you'll see is homicides and robberies

It's demons in my hood, it's one inside of me

I just put that shit on wax to get it out of me

Aye, R.I.P. Smoke, man

R.I.P. Ced, ****

From the eight to the Waste

Boi