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Came in at first, had bad luck

Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

We done sold out, now everybody mad at me

Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'

Came in at first, had bad luck

Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

We done sold out, now everybody mad at me

Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'

Pull up right in your zone

Take over the street, that's how we roll

And we gon' ride on forever

We Ride Out together

Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway

Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way

I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalog

One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes

But chase vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke

Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold

We are not alone, boy, better check your tone

You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans

Sit with us, table last supper

Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers

Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury

You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me

Preferably one of the best

She ridin' cause we next now and forever to death

Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest

We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

Ridin' on ton of waves

And no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no

Flyin' from a mile away

It's not a problem, only real ones follow me

And I can do this with my eyes closed

Blindfold two times over

Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers

I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over

Talkin' all Melatonin, get it and fight coma

What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire

History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'

Is you ridin'?

Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence?

If Jimmy got caught up, but you right there with him

So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?

Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?

When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate

You got that fake friend, San Tone

There's no cure so them symptoms is gon' show