[Refrain]
I ride for my n***as, dawg, I ride for my n***as
I slide for my n***as, dawg, I ride for my n***as, dawg
(Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg)
I ride for my n***as

[Couplet 1 - Rick Ross]
Damn, life's so short
Fuck, I don't wanna go to court
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
Fuck it, I’m on the run for the month
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil n***as thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin money, that's in any n***a category
Double M, I got G’s out in California

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[Couplet 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with n***as like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with n***as like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up, n***a, that's all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back then if a n***a reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n***as reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that? You never know
Million dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap n***a
I tell that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my n***a I hate it had to be him
Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "fuck it", I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet told 'em butterfly it she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin my pinnacle, you and pussy identical
You like the fucking finish line, we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherfucker getting mine off rap with my n***as
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[Couplet 3 : French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog
Dwight Howard on the post, dog
My n***as got the powder through the post, dog
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
N***as lost mills tryna beat the Feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my n***a Max 7-5
Then gave my n***a Penthouse another 30
Fuck it, got me thinking like I'm 7-5
Damn, n***a ain't even seen 30

[Refrain]