[Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Traffic]
No you don’t be sliding
My nigga you lying, you know you ain’t riding (hah)
No you don’t be sliding
My nigga you lying , you know you be hiding
Hah, bitch
When it’s on then it’s on man that shit got real
I was on my last song man that shit got real
Life feeling hella lonely man that shit got real
Keep a hoe in my phone man that shit got real
Mama kicked me out the house man that shit got real
Now I’m living at my granny house that shit got real
Gotta keep a 9 piece man that shit got real
You can die in my street man that shit got real
[Verse 1: Traffic]
I do this for the riders
I do this for my pops dead and gone and my locs on momma
And my momma, and my kids
On Fig’ I be doing my shit
If I ain’t selling dope then I’m selling your bitch
My ambitionz as a rider on my 2Pac shit
All blue everything so you know I’m a crip
All blue everything you can tell I’m a crip
Keep the 9 on my hip just in case a nigga trip
Man that shit get real I suggest you keep it still
Keep it real with your peeps
If not you gon’ die in the streets
My house the gang house if there’s beef
We about 50 deep
I’m D. Wade with the heat
No wonder you ain’t coming outside
Every single hollow gon’ fly
No you don’t be sliding
My nigga you lying, you know you ain’t riding (hah)
No you don’t be sliding
My nigga you lying , you know you be hiding
Hah, bitch
When it’s on then it’s on man that shit got real
I was on my last song man that shit got real
Life feeling hella lonely man that shit got real
Keep a hoe in my phone man that shit got real
Mama kicked me out the house man that shit got real
Now I’m living at my granny house that shit got real
Gotta keep a 9 piece man that shit got real
You can die in my street man that shit got real
[Verse 1: Traffic]
I do this for the riders
I do this for my pops dead and gone and my locs on momma
And my momma, and my kids
On Fig’ I be doing my shit
If I ain’t selling dope then I’m selling your bitch
My ambitionz as a rider on my 2Pac shit
All blue everything so you know I’m a crip
All blue everything you can tell I’m a crip
Keep the 9 on my hip just in case a nigga trip
Man that shit get real I suggest you keep it still
Keep it real with your peeps
If not you gon’ die in the streets
My house the gang house if there’s beef
We about 50 deep
I’m D. Wade with the heat
No wonder you ain’t coming outside
Every single hollow gon’ fly
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