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Came in at first, had bad luckGot a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'We done sold out, now everybody mad at meTell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problemHope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problemIt's the only way we know to goSquad up, never roll aloneAnd we gon' ride on foreverWe ride out togetherPull up right in your zoneTake over the street, that's how we rollAnd we gon' ride on foreverWe ride out togetherFancy when I drive, six cars in the drivewayCash in the driver door, spend it, do it my wayI fight you like a matador, fresh out the catalogOne fall we all fall, crew like dominoesPaper chase, vamanos, all my dogs riding smokeMob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of goldWe are not alone, boy, better check your toneYou gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loansSit with us, table last supperToast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckersSongtexteYeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxuryYou lookin' left to me, should be looking up to mePreferably one of the bestShe ridin' cause we next now and forever to deathBe loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the restWe just sit back, relax, doin' things to impressGot no time to wasteAnd no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh noFlyin' from a mile awayIt's not a problem, only real ones follow meAnd I can do this with my eyes closedBlindfold two times overRide solo, I got women and got soldiersI ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's overTalkin' on Melatonin, get it and fight comaWhat's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fireHistory, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'You don't believe it? Then try itWe don't believe in just tryin'I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces dividedThat's cold cuttingAnd I've been this dope for like four summersAnd I ain't really going for the he say, or she sayKeep it G for Pete's sakeI know this shit that bone you pickMight leave you niggas filletsIt's YG 4hunnid!Is you ridin'?Is you with all the burglarizing and the violenceIf Jimmy got caught up, but you was right there with himSo the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hateYou got that fake-friend syndromeThere's no cure so them symptoms is gon' showYou know the code, stick around, hold it down, never foldLike it's a crease up in your Dicky BrownsHold up, each one teach oneMotivate each one to be somethingCause I ain't just another statisticI do this, this, and that if you wanna get specificI'm just tryna make bread come quickerFor me and my day one hittasRide out! Aus Songtexte Mania