Ride

Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X) stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving but picture me a third ward nigga ballina house on the lake and one on the hill imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills if the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me this bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me niggas gettin' paid started from the streets if a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed