[Verse: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Praying on a grip
Momma still insist
Riding with them niggas, broken smiles is hard to fix
Skinny niggas turn to big niggas real quick
Jealousy is one hell of a drug, my dick
That ain't in my blood bitch
Paint the pavement in my Timbalands
Wonder if I would drop, now we yelling "Timber!" man
Police let me slide cause I'm riding for my city
If this don't make the album, then the album ain't this gritty
Ethan told me I'd be good, we was 'bout to sign for 20 G's
How that supposed to last when I'm riding with 'bout twenty G's?
Half the time embarrassed cause this lame nigga's an enemy
His ride's about to ride out, he's talking 'bout he's ending me
Drop a tape late, imagine if that shit drop tomorrow?
Five months ahead of these niggas, my shit just hit the charts
Cold chicken with the coldest wine, we ain't living life
Steak dinners for the side piece, that's just a side piece
Lord have mercy, my lord
Please don't let the sheriff check the back of my Ford
Bad bitch in the front, quit playing with my cords
Realize I'm OMO, OMO where I'm going
Me and Jay Wray talk about every day, that's crazy man
Back when it was just a dream, ain't that crazy man?
That's why my circle stay tighter than the grip on stolen lighters
I am more than just a writer, my niggas are more than riders
[Outro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
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