Riding On E

[Intro] Engineered by Jay Just listen Woo [Verse 1] I'm smokin' somethin' strong on the East with my niggas I remember ridin' on E with my niggas Trappin', no sleep, tryna eat with my niggas Now I step into the club, she wanna leave with my niggas Gang, gang, yeah, it's a gang ting But if we on a mission, then it's prolly just three of my niggas I been on the paper chase, straight no days off Dreamin' but I ain't been sleep in a minute I'm knee-deep in it, yeah Fuckin' let me breathe for a minute 'Cause the air ain't clean where I'm livin' I can smell the demons in it So I'm rollin' in the deep end with it You know I ain't catchin' no feelings, yeah That love be the killer, yeah Me, I'm tryna be the next millionaire Then the next billionaire I got my killies that will kill in here Ain't a thing to find out where you livin', yeah Whenever the script gets flipped and the tables get turned You don't wanna cross me when your bridges get burned I been with the same niggas in the same farm Smokin' Mary J, I'ma let the J burn Then I let the trey burn, we don't fuck with Satan I been on the mission since I been awakened Still I can't send it, can't hit the station Gotta keep it blatant, runnin' out of patience You know [Verse 2] Still I'm runnin' outta patience Still I'm runnin' outta patience We done made it out the basements But we ain't made it out the pavements So I'm stayin' with the stainless Bet this bullet leave you brainless In these streets, you gotta say less Runnin' with the same friends Gettin' money out the same ends In this beef, I never make amends [Verse 3] Band, always tryna get the upper hand on me Don't they know I do this for the gang? Talkin' 'bout that money, it's more than a couple grands I'm a real top boy, I don't do it for the 'gram Grew up on the block, drug dealin' on the scrams I was thirteen, bust an AC, no Milan Young niggas tryna get rich off a scam Goin' jail, that was never part of the plan, no Youngin' tryna get it, early bird get the worm Hoes in my trackies, but them birds had to turn Breakin' all the laws, get a bird, for concern And see how many niggas gon' fuck your bird from your fam I was in the trap puttin' all them herbs on the can Got into this rap, now it's verse after verse All this fame shit, it really be a gift and a curse Can't slip when they lurk, keep a grip on your... [Outro] If we do this right, bruv We're back on top No more of that fuckin' around on the street corners and that shit