[Intro]



                      Yeah, yeah (haha) haha



                      Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh)



                      Uh (uh-huh-uh)



                      Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh

                    [Verse 1]



                      Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage



                      Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page



                      Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age



                      Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage



                      When I come through, it's usually in Dickies that's beige



                      Pushing a "Eleanor", like I'm Nicholas Cage



                      And it's funny how a few bucks can



                      Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan



                      It's Street Fam' for life, we ride to the death



                      We play hard dog, don't cry to the rest



                      I don't know you, please move to the left



                      Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs



                      I'm riding till the wheels come off it (yeah)



                      Grindin till a mil' come off it (yeah)



                      This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it



                      Why y'all try and steal crumbs off it, jump!

                    [Chorus]



                      (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and



                      (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now



                      (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now



                      (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)



                      (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and



                      (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now



                      (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now



                      (Now ride) Y'all know Street Family gon' (ride)

                    [Verse 2]



                      Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer



                      Worryin bout, who say that saw ya



                      Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block



                      Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas



                      I'ma boss, that you can never upstand



                      Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can



                      Some of y'all caught feelings from way back



                      Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach



                      But I'm still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey



                      Still tucking and letting the fo' spray



                      Still ducking where ever the po's lay



                      And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA!



                      ...And I know Fed's seen



                      The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean



                      Y'all love the way I R-I-D-E



                      Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto

                    [Chorus]