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mistah f.a.b. - ridah lyrics

[intro: kevin gates]
n-gga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
then that same n-gga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
what the f-ck?
always tellin’ me that i was good for nothin’
i was never good or nothin’

[chorus: kevin gates]
all i know how to be’s a ridah
grind or die, i’ll put that on the bible
all i know how to be’s a ridah
brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
all i know how to be’s a ridah
prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
all i know how to be’s a ridah
hood n-ggas (all i know)
good pretenders
all i know how to be’s a ridah

[verse 1: the jacka]
90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
90 shots hangin’ off the big machine
see my sister cryin’ they took her love away
all my n-ggas how we sellin’ drugs for pay
i just [?] they wanna murder me
so i gotta keep a cannon every day
whole family [?] we gotta find a way
stomach full of lean because we lost our way
make a [?] never [?]
[?]
i lose every girl ’cause i sleep with my rifle
now i tell the world this

[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
d-mn, i can’t believe they k!lled my n-gga jack
had a dream the other night that i brought my brodie back
we was gettin’ [?], smokin’ out a back, sippin’ act
’cause that’s how we use to do it, me and j and the mac
sh-t f-ck with my mind and realize that he gone
got me relapsin’ back to back, blowin’ out of the zone
i put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
thug tears for thug angels, callin’ heaven their home
a lot of suckas gettin’ credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
’cause they ain’t sh-t without possessions, puttin’ on shows for their audience
my brotha jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
and that them n-ggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
see, i was raised on the curbside
by pitchin’ flippers, lettin’ birds fly
and whoever k!ll the jack, i sear to god i hope that nerd die
see a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
mama didn’t raise a b-tch, bein’ a coward was a nada

- mistah f a b lyrics

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