Intro [2013]

[Intro] Donnie Houston Yeah Love this shit right here [Verse] They say tomorrow's never promised, so live it like your last Until your ass is forty with no product from the past My cousin died when he was nine, and you think you livin' fast The other side is always greener, just be happy you got grass Old Caprice with the buckets, we fix it just to flaunt it Idolize the dudes who hustle, since a kid that's all we wanted That slab'll get you killed, the elder think it's stupid But that's the life we live when you was born and raisеd in Houston One-way tickets out this ghetto don't comе around too often Unless your rhymes is awesome or you jumpin' 'round with Spalding That's what youngin' minds is lost in, not a fuckin' dime is offered To mothers in the slums, all we promises now is coffins, fuck the globe Niggas doin' whatever when the budget's slow Crime pays 'til the .9 sprays then you're gone and we just gotta love your soul Niggas dyin', mane, tryna find fame, it's a cryin' shame, the game rubbed the bro Got 'em buyin' 'caine, tryna dime slang, just to cop some kicks and a couple clothes But them just roadblocks, the limit is the sky And most of the time we fail was 'cause our ass ain't even try Underdogs but the top we tryna grab I dedicate this song to all my niggas ridin' slab [Chorus] We just keep on grindin' Sun down, sun up shinin' Clear my thoughts while I be ridin' slab We can't keep from shinin' Success is just a ladder we climbin' Sun up, sun down, we be ridin' slab [Interlude] Yeah Dedicated to the people in the struggle Dedicated to the ones tryna get out it It's a long road, man And you know, sometimes we can't see that light, that light at the end of the tunnel But we still keep it movin', mane, we still keep goin' Still grindin', just tryna get it Huh, ridin' slab, man That's our culture That's what we was brought up on But it's a double meanin' Just like with anything in life, man, you don't start off with much You know you may have the old school car beat up or whatever You gotta get it fixed up You gotta get that paint, get them rims, get that music Make it right Ridin' slab From nothin' to somethin' And that's how we look at life Children graduate, that's ridin' slab Nigga get locked up, do his time like a man, come home, take care of his fam', that's ridin' slab Shawty got them kids ain't got no help, but she still on the grind, she's still makin' it happen, that's ridin' slab It's the finished product, baby I welcome y'all to our world Rest in peace, Pimp C [Outro] This is for my niggas ridin' slab (Ohh) Man, I know sometimes it's like this is all we have (This is all we have) And even though they might not understand us (Even though they don't) It feels good comin' down on them swangers (Come on) And man, I swear that candy paint so pretty (So) Drop the top, I pop the trunk, I'm puttin' on for my city (Ooh, yeah) And let the grown woman lead the way (Lead the way) I hope I live to ride another day (Ride another day) Ooh, yeah Ooh