Lyrics

Ride on me Fuego On the darkest night I watch the roof And wish that I could jump tonight What is afterlife Oh let me wait for Christ You know he's working right Become a poltergeist But that's only half the price Wealths theirs favorite game I don't say no names I don't play they games They treat me the same I know I'm a king Gem or diamond ring Let this llama Sing "I don't feel the pain" But I can't still feel the rain The chill feels insane Still a lil sane Cow Milk kills ya brain Don't have friends Cause they been dead Only blood brothers We in here You just started? I've been here It's been 8 years Still no respect And what I say here They don't project So I just protect My intellect Be Ready Keep ya hands fresh Coming at ya neck Fight for my respect This is life or death I know I am next Imma die in this Then they'll call em "hits" I ain't buying it I'm supplying it Stop the lying kid Idk if I deserve it Cause I still ain't perfect Get to know me in person I'll help you find your purpose AOS (Ride on me) Look, I'm not gon be mad if you tell me the truth But I Who you wit Fuck it that's it I'mma go crazy and empty The clip I hope you know baby I'm making a split You not gonna break me Or make me convict Tired of the shit You said who you was You not who you is You told me ya plans And talked about kids I don't understand You acting like this Thought I had a woman But You a bitch Appearance always fades away As you Fall to the Slippery slide I live with karma everyday So you gon get it good When I ride Neva I Give up my bag For butter Flies There's more to the pie I love it (Ma) No shame in my game I'm public (Ma) They tryna see how high Imma go up Feeling robust Y'all don't know us I'm too focused To not takeover The Midwest coldest Don't catch me sober You know it's over so GO STUPID I'm lucid The truth is WEVE GOT THIS Got options We cool kids Not hero's NO SIDEKICKS Been on the track since Addy milaknockis Been able to rap since Jackie Chan's high kicks Been in a trap with black men & chop sticks Never chop with niggas Who brand me in the comments Shoot me today Tomorrow ain't promised I can take over the game with sheer kindness I rather leave a nigga dead And astonished FUEGO vs everybody I'm reminding Who you wit Who you wit?
Writer(s): Kenneth Strader Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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