Praying on a grip

Momma still insist

Riding with them niggas, broken smiles is hard to fix

Skinny niggas turn to big niggas real quick

Jealousy is one hell of a drug, my dick

That ain't in my blood bitch

Paint the pavement in my Timbalands

Wonder if I would drop, now we yelling Timber! man

Police let me slide cause I'm riding for my city

If this don't make the album, then the album ain't this gritty

Even told me I be good, you was 'bout to sign for 20 G's

How that supposed to last when I'm riding with 'bout twenty G's?

Half the time embarrassed cause this lame nigga's an enemy

His ride's about to ride out, he's talking 'bout he's ending me

Drop a tape late, imagine if that shit drop tomorrow?

Five months ahead of these niggas, my shit just hit the charts

Cold chicken with the coldest wine, we ain't living life

Steak dinners for the side piece, that's just a side piece

Lord have mercy, Milo

Please don't let the sheriff check the back of my Ford

Bad bitch in the front, quit playing with my cords

Realize I'm OMO, OMO where I'm going

Me and Jay Wray talk about every day, that's crazy man

Back when it was just a dream, ain't that crazy man?

That's why my circle stay tighter than the grip on stolen lighters

I am more than just a writer, my niggas are more than riders