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tracy lamont - ride (prod. siaffa jones) lyrics

okay i’m really something
i got it jumping
they know its me
the run on style smooth as b+tter
and gold cutlery
could run mile
in my same shoes
and couldn’t f+ck with me
i’m the son of how?
f+cking winning like its my destiny
i’m the son of now
difference is live by the crest of me
a gun will blaow
make his people value whats left of him
but most my n+gguhs died
due to medical negligence
put family in a casket
like they work at the morgue
they gone make this lifе harder
like you was begging for morе
so when i say that its your fault
i hope you hearing me pour
the truth in a glass
let’s just mix it with this beat
i know i’m dropping heat
but somehow it’s still sweet
something fresh on my
feet
my queen on
fleek
pockets knotted up
but my mind still deep
plant based how i eat
it’s gold on me
i know i’m dropping heat
but somehow it’s still sweet

i know i’m dropping heat
but somehow its still sweet

i know i’m dropping heat
but it sound so sweet
like baby girl talking bout her day
tell me what it is
she goneland at 8
i’mma scoop her from the port and sh+t
we gone stop for brunch
she gone find a new spot to hit
imma roll 2 jays
smoke one, take the other with
in case we out too long
and the setting fit to hit a spliff
make a wish
open yo eyes
now go get that sh+t
your dreams not waiting
and somebody will take that sh+t
do that sh+t now
dim yo chances
the more you sit and wait
if you don’t have one
pray you shown a new way to shift
steer right when whats left
or calculate the risks
you get caught up in the mix
and snitch they taking off your top and sh+t

- tracy lamont lyrics

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