tanboys - ride lyrics
[hook: tanboy luka]
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
[verse 1: lil eto]
why shed light? they just gon’ leave you in the dark
get rid of that bird, get a eagle in the heart
scr-p your timbs on the curb, keep your people in your heart
don’t wait till they p-ss, like a snake in the gr-ss
i’ma ride out if i rode in
niggas getting k’s stuffed, hope they don’t wanna off them
i’ve been handing [?] pay stubs, players let the colts win
i don’t know him, just close friends
i’ma ride for my tan brothers
yeah, same discipline as our grandmothers
this is what i give to niggas who lack structure
i’m that gutta, my hand stutter
[hook: tanboy luka]
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
[verse 2: kanary black]
listen, uh, the same niggas that’ll ride for you
better be the same niggas let it fly for you
better be the same niggas that’d cry for you
shit, better be the same niggas that’d lie for you
six feet, ain’t shit sweet, that dome of yours turn to swiss cheese
name buzzing like a bunch of bees, fuck hoes, do it for the g’s
my sandbox niggas, sandbox niggas
from jailhouse walls, to penthouse floors
gotta be careful for hoes, always keep eyes on your bros
be the last nigga you’d think of that’d run up on you with a big gun
said gotta be careful for hoes, always keep eyes on your bros
be the last nigga you’d think of that’d run up on you with a big gun, bow!
[hook: tanboy luka]
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
[verse 3: bodega bamz]
every time it snow, i think about yams
‘cause i was there in that blizzard when they buried my mans
they say, “the good die young,” but why the bad live on?
live on
two bricks, that’s forty k, depending on that time of day
that’s real, drug deal
nigga i’m a tanboy, matching bandanna
.38 snub, blue steel, no hammer
how i read niggas, still no grammar
present you a gift, raps, no [?]
k!ll, yeah, i’m a crook near a castle, put the mouth on a statue
only talk when i have to, only bleed when i wanna
that’s word to my mama, one nation, to the cemetery or pen
i don’t check mail, i send, most enemies always start as friends
[hook: tanboy luka]
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
from the cradle to the grave kept it loyal to the game
pray to god to keep me sane, fuck the money and the fame
i got niggas that’ll ride for me
same niggas that’d die for me
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