[Chorus]
So if you wanna take a ride, put your windows up
Gotta hold it down, this is tinted up
I'm riding slow, grab my fo', I could give a fuck
This is to ride in my city and the fire coming with me
If you wanna take a ride, put your windows up
Gotta hold it down, this is tinted up
I'm riding slow, grab my fo', blow the indo up
This is to ride in my city and the fire coming with me
[Verse 1]
I'm laid back, gripping trace and I'm blown, pulling my 7 and zone
Copping a dutch from the sto', 7Eleven that's home
My mac-11 is gone, while I be packing these songs
Until [?] could bring light to your dome
I'm sitting strong inside Maxine, my tinted, black queen
My stacks gleam, accident where I'm last seen in
Sitting lowkey, from Springs to Bokey
And my license been restricted, so I hope I don't see police
But shit, they tend to know me, I'm an [?] homie
Got a reputation, a lot of love, a lot of hate and
Lot of meditatin', rubber bands and paper chasin'
Elevated thinkin', a lot of drama like the Pacers
So I cruise on land in my city where the scandalous are
Handling grown folk shit, oh man, is it [?]
This is the problem that this life bring
And every nice thing stained [?]
So if you wanna take a ride, put your windows up
Gotta hold it down, this is tinted up
I'm riding slow, grab my fo', I could give a fuck
This is to ride in my city and the fire coming with me
If you wanna take a ride, put your windows up
Gotta hold it down, this is tinted up
I'm riding slow, grab my fo', blow the indo up
This is to ride in my city and the fire coming with me
[Verse 1]
I'm laid back, gripping trace and I'm blown, pulling my 7 and zone
Copping a dutch from the sto', 7Eleven that's home
My mac-11 is gone, while I be packing these songs
Until [?] could bring light to your dome
I'm sitting strong inside Maxine, my tinted, black queen
My stacks gleam, accident where I'm last seen in
Sitting lowkey, from Springs to Bokey
And my license been restricted, so I hope I don't see police
But shit, they tend to know me, I'm an [?] homie
Got a reputation, a lot of love, a lot of hate and
Lot of meditatin', rubber bands and paper chasin'
Elevated thinkin', a lot of drama like the Pacers
So I cruise on land in my city where the scandalous are
Handling grown folk shit, oh man, is it [?]
This is the problem that this life bring
And every nice thing stained [?]
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