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We Ridaz (Bonus Track)

Roscoe

Young Roscoe Philaphornia

70

Rap

Tekst piosenki
Because I'm rappin till my throat soar Cuz I got a lot of things to get up off my chest I feel like I'm drownin, in a pool of stress And I'm feelin like I ain't got that much time left Sometimes I dream about death, but doesn't everybody? That's what I tell myself at night so I can fall asleep It's like I dug another ditch but this one too deep The rope's danglin from the top and I'm too lazy to reach It might be easier for me to see the rights from the wrong If it wasn't *edited* on enough to open his eye We been fed up for the longest, and now we ride My thoughts creepin through the window at sunri(se) A bullet flies through the air with no name on it The same bullet took my homeboy Avery's life I pray to God that my dear friend would live that night But he died, and since then I ain't been livin right I'm comin home with straight F's *edited* in every class My momma cryin cuz she see her youngest son is a thug Wakin up in cold sweats, filled my body with slugs Nightmares and shootouts, keepin me awake Don't be amazed when you see me with a .38 I'm all alone with a dozen heaters all loaded I'm poor all I see is guns, explodin Gotta itchy trigger finger and I can't hold it, unloaded We ridaz comin from the slums With our guns out lookin for a better life A better way, strugglin to make it through the night Stare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter day I'm in the shade, tryna step over into the light Gettin paid off this rap game, who would've thought? My back's up against the wall now it's on court Pull out my 9 and start bustin just like I was taught Cuz I was born to ride Sellin *edited* in the rain with my homie Ice Fist fights over dice, we ain't nothin nice If you thinkin you could brawl fool, bring the drama Think about all of the pain that I caused my momma She never want me around, she said I'm hopeless Twisted in the basement, hittin roaches Press the heat to my dome but I can't pull it But knowin I could stop the pain with a single bullet A young thug tryna make it to see 21 A difficult task, not everyone could get it done Bust out all the street lights so they can't see me They already hate a *nigga* cuz they heard the c.d I'm bout to run up in the precint and spray a round I'm in a situation, gotta lay 'em down I never hide, only ride for the homicide *edited* and the Dogg Pound when he draw down Thug till I pass away, that's a Y.A Baby Glock in my sock that's how I play We grew up hard in the gutter, me and my brother For 13 whole years couldn't see each other I'm bout to bang out on the curb cuz I'm feelin buzzed A westcoast G, but I'm still a Philly thug With AK's for the first *nigga* comin this way I was born to ride We ridaz comin from the slums With our guns out lookin for a better life A better way, strugglin to make it through the night Stare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter day I'm in the shade, tryna step over into the light Gettin paid off this rap game, who would've thought? My back's up against the wall now it's on court Pull out my 9 and start bustin just like I was taught Cuz I was born to ride I was born to ride And every gets worse it'll never change Little kids dyin, daddy's stuck in the game I'm at the point of no return, can you please help me? I'm only tryna put some food in a *nigga* belly You got me all messed up, homie, look again 16 years old burryin my friends So what do you expect to hear in these present years? And nowadays no one knows any other way My poppa told me it's another way for me to do it But his method didn't work now I'm through with it Prepared for the funeral of the juvenile I might be dead right now if I ain't had a crew No one expected the truth to come from a youth Chipped my front tooth boxin up on the roof An everyday somebody die don't nobody cry You thought my lyrics so explicit, this is how I live it Smokin weed, drinkin brews, thuggin on the block Stay true and on the run from the school cops Parents complainin bout my rap, say they want me (to) stop Well y'all ain't help ya *niggas* right here on the block So truthfully I don't care if you approve or not Cuz I was born to ride
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