Riding On E

Engineered by Jay

Just listen

Woo

I'm smokin' somethin' strong on the East with my *****s

I remember ridin' on E with my *****s

Trappin', no sleep, tryna eat with my *****s

Now I step into the club, she wanna leave with my *****s

Gang, gang, yeah, it's a gang ting

But if we on a mission,

Then it's prolly just three of my *****s

I been on the paper chase, straight no days off

Dreamin' but I ain't been sleep in a minute

I'm knee-deep in it, yeah

****in' let me breathe for a minute

'Cause the air ain't clean where I'm livin'

I can smell the demons in it

So I'm rollin' in the deep end with it

You know I ain't catchin' no feelings, yeah

That love be the killer, yeah

Me, I'm tryna be the next millionaire

Then the next billionaire

I got my killies that will kill in here

Ain't a thing to find out where you livin', yeah

Whenever the script gets flipped and the tables get turned

You don't wanna cross me when your bridges get burned

I been with the same *****s in the same farm

Smokin' Mary J, I'ma let the J burn

Then I let the trey burn, we don't **** with Satan

I been on the mission since I been awakened

Still I can't send it, can't hit the station

Gotta keep it blatant, runnin' out of patience

You know

Still I'm runnin' outta patience

Still I'm runnin' outta patience

We done made it out the ba*****ts

But we ain't made it out the pavements

So I'm stayin' with the stainless

Bet this ****** leave you brainless

In these streets, you gotta say less

Runnin' with the same friends

Gettin' money out the same ends

In this beef, I never make amends

Band, always tryna get the upper hand on me

Don't they know I do this for the gang?

Talkin' 'bout that money, it's more than a couple grands

I'm a real top boy, I don't do it for the 'gram

Grew up on the block, drug dealin' on the scrams

I was thirteen, bust an AC, no Milan

Young *****s tryna get rich off a scam

Goin' jail, that was never part of the plan, no

Youngin' tryna get it, early bird get the worm

Hoes in my trackies, but them birds had to turn

Breakin' all the laws, get a bird, for concern

And see how many *****s gon' **** your bird from your fam

I was in the trap puttin' all them herbs on the can

Got into this rap, now it's verse after verse

All this fame ****, it really be a gift and a curse

Can't slip when they lurk, keep a grip on your

If we do this right, bruv

We're back on top

No more of that ****in' around

On the street corners and that ****