Tom: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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See a nigga well known
for switching states
Macking broads, getting cake
Dm
Glock and mad, cock and blast
Thrown a bitch nigga for a quick escape
Am
I move with dudes that be
dishing weight
Smooth with the uz that will hit your face
Dm
Came in the game and I'm
changing the game
With a flow that will run
around the crews that hate
Am
This guy is a pimp and
you know his fam
I don't hold the grams,
I'm a colder man
Dm
And I do it for the younger
and the older fans
Niggas whipping in the kitchen
just to hold their grams
Am
I don't play around, lay em down
For the lil' homie
wanna' play the clown
Dm
I'm casing pounds, spraying rounds
Follow the leader cause it's going down
Am
Money in the rubber band
slangin' crack rock
Try and find the man in the flat top
Dm
Ask anyone in the streets
Everyone around knows Wiz a beast
Am
And I'm killing the beef you can
chill in the team
Pull the steel and release,
I'm up in your brain
Dm
You bet on me taking the loss,
you better be upping your change
Am
See this guy here is a nuisance,
Dm
you talk fire and you can't prove it
You just lie up in your music,
Am
send my guys to come and shoot shit
Duke I ride and this is true as you
would die if niggas pulling
Dm
I don't know what you fucking see
When you know as well
Am
you've been fucking me
Verse 2
Am
I'm on the move so if you
get in my way then
Dm
I'm a ride ride till I die and it
should be no surprise
messing with my cake or fam
Dm
Imma ride ride till they die fuck us try
Am
I'm gonna ride for me ride for me
Die for me die for me
face the judge and lie for me
Am
Ride for me ride for me
Die for me die for me
Am
face the judge and lie for me
Verse 3
Am
Dm
P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H.
represent to the fullest
And I'm putting cowards back into place
when I'm rapping the taste
Am
Yeah crack in the place, laugh in your face
Lay up and chill after you safe
Cause I'm moving with a
gang of ill guys looking like
Am
The last of the day but why you say
Cause my nigga I could
die today lock down
Dm
And never see the light of day
Kidnapped trapped in a hide away
So I never get the cat to ride
May the kid move with da
fools that try to take
rhyming days payback
Am
For the fact that your guys a fake
and I can't even believe
You can spit shit to the people like it
Dm
Chips and just leaves you with kids,
that leaves
You see through you pricks,
Am
hand my shit an overdose
So you wrote and sold some coke,
How true is that. Front on my cats
and you'll lose shit back
Am
Haters get stacks when I'm
through with rap
And I'm filling my tracks
with truth and fact
Dm
Kill em on wax and I'm
moving cats
When they crew in all black
yeah I'm doing that
Am
I gotta flavor that will flow and taste
And I'm doing it till I'm blue in the face
I'm thinking bigger then
He cool in the place which
gives me reason
Am
To but a tool to his waist
Verse 4
Am
I'm on the move so if you
get in my way then
Dm
I'm a ride ride till I die and it
should be no surprise
messing with my cake or fam
Dm
Imma ride ride till they die fuck us try
Am
I'm gonna ride for me ride for me
Die for me die for me
face the judge and lie for me
Am
Ride for me ride for me
Die for me die for me
Am
face the judge and lie for me
Outro 1
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