Show Me D'shon

[Chorus]

Ride with a nigga
Rhyme with a nigga
Don't lie to a nigga
Dont die on a nigga
Don't cry for a nigga
When its time to ghost
Dont be sad when we go
In the wind which we blow

[Verse: 1]

Real men don't ride with pistols
They're in school writing with pencils
Raising their mental
Release topics over instrumentals
Stop it all
Stop the presses innocents getting pressed, steamed
Vegetative states, sedatives for pain in the face
Can't catch a break, you caught one that's fate
They glance through the peephole
Ding dong, you're in a ditch feet cold
Breed the soul, before you set it free
Born sinner is his pedigree
Mr.Red was happy, to welcome you in
So hospitable, and heart-warming
Is it hot in here? or is it just you?
Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a suit, (nauhh)
You perspired through attire
White smoke from the black sleeves
Why is Mr. red laughing?
Cause he thinks he burnt you out
But you really got him
His neighbor gave you what you need before you fought him
Tell god would you