riding on e

just listen, woo!, i'm smokin' somethin' strong on the east with my niggas, i remember ridin' on e with my niggas, trappin', no sleep, tryna eat with my niggas, now i step into the club, she wanna leave with my niggas, gang, gang, gang, yeah, it's a gang ting, but if we on a mission, it's prolly just three of my niggas, i been on the paper chase, straight no days off, dreamin' but i ain't been sleep in a minute, i'm knee-deep in it, yeah, fuckin' let me breathe for a minute, cah' the air ain't clean where i'm livin', i can smell the demons in it, so i'm rollin' in the deep end with it, you know i ain't catchin' no feelings, yeah, that love be the killer, yeah, me, i'm tryna be the best millionaire, then the next billionaire, i got my killies that will kill in here, ain't a thing to find out where you livin', yeah, whenever the script gets flipped and the tables get turned, you don't wanna cross me when your bridges get burned, i been with the same niggas in the same farm, smokin' mary j, i'm at the j, then i let the tray burn, we don't fuck with satan, i been on the mission since i been awakened, still i can't send it, can't hit the station, gotta keep it blatant, runnin' out of patience, you know, still i'm runnin' outta patience, still i'm runnin' outta patience, we done made it out the basement, but we ain't made it out the pavements, so i'm stayin' with the stainless, bet this bullet leave you brainless, in these streets, you gotta say less, runnin' with the same friends, gettin' money out the same ends, in this beef, i never make amends, band, always tryna get the upper hand on me, don't they know i do this for the gang?, talkin' 'bout that money, it's more than a couple grand, i'm a real top boy, i don't do it for the 'gram, grow up on the block, drug dealin' on the scram, thug was 13, bust an ac, no milan, young niggas tryna get rich off a scam, goin', that was never part of the plan, no, now i'm tryna get it, early bird get the worm, hoes in my trackies, but them birds had to turn, breakin' all the laws, get a bird, fuck the sun, and see how many niggas gon' fuck your bird from your fam, i was in the trap puttin' all them herbs on the can, got into this rap, now it's verse after verse, this fame shit, it really be a gift and a curse, can't slip when they lurk, keep a grip on your, if we do this right, bruv, we back on top, no more of that fuckin' around on the street corners sellin' shit