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

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