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Ridin' round with a felony
I'm ridin' round with a felony
I'm ridin' round with a felony
40 on my hip, ain't goin' home if they tell on me
I'm a hustler, check my pedigree
Got motion, but it came with some jealousy
Lord, protect me from my friends
I got hollows for my enemies
My dog switched up and tried to shit on me
Thought I'd stay down forever
Is you kiddin' me
Back up in the kitchen like it's chemistry
Headshot, John F. Kennedy
Give my style back, you boys just mini-me's
All my dogs keep dyin, that shit f*ck me up mentally
These pills right here, my remedy
Pop a perk, my remedy
I'm gon' spin you goofies before you spin on me
Before I go broke, I go St. Nick down your chimney
Burglaries and kick doors
Tippin' on 44s like I'm Mike Jones
I hate that my dog gotta call me off a jail phone
Makin' plays, speak in codes
Can't let em know what we on, I'll put you on, go long
I smoke gas, Exxon, oppies gettin' stepped on
Every day I go hard
I'm ridin' round with a felony
I'm ridin' round with a felony
Forty on my hip, ain't goin' home if they tell on me

