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Roscoe

We Ridaz (Bonus Track)

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Because I`m rappin till my throat soarCuz I got a lot of things to get up off my chestI feel like I`m drownin, in a pool of stressand I`m feelin like I ain`t got that much time leftSometimes I dream about death, but doesn`t everybody?That`s what I tell myself at night so I can fall asleepIt`s like I dug another ditch but this one too deepThe rope`s danglin from the top and I`m too lazy to reachIt might be easier for me to see the rights from the wrongIf it wasn`t *edited* on enough to open his eyeWe been fed up for the longest, and now we rideMy thoughts creepin through the window at sunri(se)A bullet flies through the air with no name on itThe same bullet took my homeboy Avery`s lifeI pray to God that my dear friend would live that nightBut he died, and since then I ain`t been livin rightI`m comin home with straight F`s *edited* in every classMy momma cryin cuz she see her youngest son is a thugWakin up in cold sweats, filled my body with slugsNightmares and shootouts, keepin me awakeDon`t be amazed when you see me with a .38I`m all alone with a dozen heaters all loadedI`m poor all I see is guns, explodinGotta itchy trigger finger and I can`t hold it, unloadedWe ridaz comin from the slumsWith our guns out lookin for a better lifeA better way, strugglin to make it through the nightStare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter dayI`m in the shade, tryna step over into the lightGettin paid off this rap game, who would`ve thought?My back`s up against the wall now it`s on courtPull out my 9 and start bustin just like I was taughtCuz I was born to rideSellin *edited* in the rain with my homie IceFist fights over dice, we ain`t nothin niceIf you thinkin you could brawl fool, bring the dramaThink about all of the pain that I caused my mommaShe never want me around, she said I`m hopelessTwisted in the basement, hittin roachesPress the heat to my dome but I can`t pull itBut knowin I could stop the pain with a single bulletA young thug tryna make it to see 21A difficult task, not everyone could get it doneBust out all the street lights so they can`t see meThey already hate a *nigga* cuz they heard the c.d.I`m bout to run up in the precint and spray a roundI`m in a situation, gotta lay `em downI never hide, only ride for the homicide*edited* and the Dogg Pound when he draw downThug till I pass away, that`s a Y.A.Baby glock in my sock that`s how I playWe grew up hard in the gutter, me and my brotherFor 13 whole years couldn`t see each otherI`m bout to bang out on the curb cuz I`m feelin buzzedA westcoast G, but I`m still a Philly thugWith AK`s for the first *nigga* comin this wayI was born to rideWe ridaz comin from the slumsWith our guns out lookin for a better lifeA better way, strugglin to make it through the nightStare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter dayI`m in the shade, tryna step over into the lightGettin paid off this rap game, who would`ve thought?My back`s up against the wall now it`s on courtPull out my 9 and start bustin just like I was taughtCuz I was born to rideI was born to rideAnd every gets worse it`ll never changeLittle kids dyin, daddy`s stuck in the gameI`m at the point of no return, can you please help me?I`m only tryna put some food in a *nigga* bellyYou got me all messed up, homie, look again16 years old burryin my friendsSo what do you expect to hear in these present years?And nowadays no one knows any other wayMy poppa told me it`s another way for me to do itBut his method didn`t work now I`m through with itPrepared for the funeral of the juvenileI might be dead right now if I ain`t had a crewNo one expected the truth to come from a youthChipped my front tooth boxin up on the roofAn everyday somebody die don`t nobody cryYou thought my lyrics so explicit, this is how I live itSmokin weed, drinkin brews, thuggin on the blockStay true and on the run from the school copsParents complainin bout my rap, say they want me (to) stopWell y`all ain`t help ya *niggaz* right here on the blockSo truthfully I don`t care if you approve or notCuz I was born to ride

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