Causmic - Ride Out(ro) lyrics

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Causmic - Ride Out(ro) lyrics

Hook - TRW All my real n***as ride Even if you pitching or you working 9 to 5 All my girls in school remember that sunshines The ghetto is in the mind, tell em keep up your grind (Yeah) Moving birds Down South But this is what it's bout, real n***as riding out Verse 1 - TRW Wine for the hangovers, women who stayed over I help them cook breakfast I don't trust no one with eggs over Hard with onion, okra, grape soda Smoking on grape odors In pictures wit great focus I come alive Right on time in the height of Mayan design My feet in a pair of nines in the chair of an airline I order champagne, the situation is fitting And she said she got a man, but I agreed that it's tempting I got it the sh** they missing, When I graduate you see difference White folk won't know what to do with real n***as in the attendance My mind is a panorama Of project windows and thinking if I should carry a hammer Cause every night could be candles And pictures of me on mantles Cla** pictures of phantoms Wondering who I am I didn't plan on this gamble The scramble to make it out But this is what it's bout, real n***as riding out Hook Verse 2 - #Database One time for 'em This is what it's bout Driving smoking loud Real n***as riding out Gone Doing sixty on the interstate Leave me lone, listening To Causmic and TEP1 on my Android Put the A/C on cold cause I'm smoking strong Thinking bout the problems in my city like what's going on? No left, no right, something must be going wrong So West, so I Pour the liquor on the song I heard a real emcee say Get your money little homey don't play We philosophize And we harmonize Get your bars up starting today Cool I hustle like I'm from the Third World, yea I do (I do) Get the studio set up Tell the homey's come through (Through) Write a couple of millions I fell in love with this feeling When I was feeling like my true self wasn't being heard Word, pick a verb that'll describe your whole verse Ride out No doubt tell 'em this is what it's bout (Gone) Hook Verse 3 - TRW -- that Lambo don't really come with a manual I'm waiting for my time, stacking bread that is annual I yell Geronimo when I jump in that camel toe Sincerely yours, unforgettable DB let them know Verse 4 - #Database I'ma let 'em know Truly we unforgettable Flow money federal Hashed out from the edible Fade, high grade getting paid From the rhymes that I made In the shade thinking what I'ma say Hook