Riding On E

Engineered by Jay
Just listen
Woo
Im smokin somethin strong on the East with my *****s
I remember ridin on E with my *****s
Trappin , no sleep, tryna eat with my *****s
Now I step into the club, she wanna leave with my *****s
Gang, gang, yeah, its a gang ting
But if we on a mission,
Then its prolly just three of my *****s
I been on the paper chase, straight no days off
Dreamin but I aint been sleep in a minute
Im knee-deep in it, yeah
****in let me breathe for a minute
Cause the air aint clean where Im livin
I can smell the demons in it
So Im rollin in the deep end with it
You know I aint catchin no feelings, yeah
That love be the killer, yeah
Me, Im tryna be the next millionaire
Then the next billionaire
I got my killies that will kill in here
Aint a thing to find out where you livin, yeah
Whenever the script gets flipped and the tables get turned
You dont wanna cross me when your bridges get burned
I been with the same *****s in the same farm
Smokin Mary J, Ima let the J burn
Then I let the trey burn, we dont **** with Satan
I been on the mission since I been awakened
Still I cant send it, cant hit the station
Gotta keep it blatant, runnin out of patience
You know
Still Im runnin outta patience
Still Im runnin outta patience
We done made it out the ba*****ts
But we aintmade it out the pavements
So Im stayin with the stainless
Bet this ****** 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
Band, always tryna get the upper hand on me
Dont they know I do this for the gang?
Talkin bout that money , its more than a couple grands
Im a real top boy, I dont do it for the gram
Grew up on the block, drug dealin on the scrams
I was thirteen, bust an AC, no Milan
Young *****s 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 *****s gon **** your bird from your fam
I was in the trap puttin all them herbs on the can
Got into this rap, now its verse after verse
All this fame ****, it really be a gift and a curse
Cant slip when they lurk , keep a grip on your
If we do this right, bruv
Were back on top
No more of that ****in around
On the street corners and that ****