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justin torres - ridin' lyrics

[prod. by mfa]

[intro]
officer: license and registration
yeah
you know why i pulled you over?

[break + {officer}]
lookin’ for the critics, point ’em out
lookin’ for them good women, point ’em out {what’s that smell?}
step into the room, haters never make a sound
when you leave, then they choose to get loud {get the f-ck out the car}

[verse 1]
cops come around, we don’t ever answer
never in them clubs lookin’ for a dancer
rather spend money on the family
rather look after the people that’s looking after me
when you on them papers, you ain’t smokin’ like you used to
high off of life, gotta learn that it’s beautiful
thinkin’ bout my choices, all the trouble it would get me in
shouts to my p.o., i’ma see you on the 20th
always on point, ’cause i’m from it
turn backs on your haters when they’re frontin’
how you gettin’ money when you spend it on the b-tches?
i don’t talk much, i don’t know who could be snitchin’
feds always lookin’ for a reason, never give it to ’em
haters will distract you, never listen to ’em
lookin’ up to god, like “forgive me for my sins”
cause the devil tryna put that work in, but it ain’t workin’, nah

[hook]
speak soft, but smoke loud
(speak soft.. smoke loud)
i learned that when you hear sirens, you don’t make a sound
(shhh…)
we be steady ridin’
(ridin’, ridin’)
steady ridin’
(ridin’)
find me with the squad, steady ridin’
(ridin’, ridin’)
we be ridin’
(yes lord, we be ridin’)

[verse 2]
started drinkin’ more ’cause i’m smokin’ less
dealers taggin’ up my phone, now they smoke the best
caught with the possession, now i’m stressin’ more
year of pro for only a gram, i guess less is more
i just need the money, f-ck the talkin’ now
you ain’t talkin’ money? what is there to talk about?
this is what life turned me into
life was okay ’til i learned money issues
grindin’ ’til i hit the dirt
grind ’til my fam say “that boy put in work”
grind ’til my mama no longer hurt
this is my art, let me show what it’s worth
you ain’t gotta understand me
i’m just tryna be all that i can be
sit down if you can’t stand me
i’ll supply long as they demand me

[verse 3]
yeah
this the sh-t that i would pray for
this the sh-t that i was made for
wonderin’ why people hate for
they only love all the fame if it ain’t yours
made up my mind, then i made it
knew that my dreams wouldn’t come if i waited
this is my life and i’m gon’ celebrate it
these bottled emotions get opened, i’m drinkin’
point side i got you forreal
all on my own, no one got me my deal
how you gon’ stop me forreal?
i will not stop ’til i got me a mill
then another one
i’ma get another one
i will not stop ’til i get me a mill
then i’ma go get another one

- justin torres lyrics

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