Roscoe

Roscoe - We Ridaz lyrics

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Because I'm rappin till my throat soar

Cuz I got a lot of things to get up off my chest

I feel like I'm drownin, in a pool of stress

and I'm feelin like I ain't got that much time left

Sometimes I dream about death, but doesn't everybody?

That's what I tell myself at night so I can fall asleep

It's like I dug another ditch but this one too deep

The rope's danglin from the top and I'm too lazy to reach

It might be easier for me to see the rights from the wrong

If it wasn't *edited* on enough to open his eye

We been fed up for the longest, and now we ride

My thoughts creepin through the window at sunri(se)

A bullet flies through the air with no name on it

The same bullet took my homeboy Avery's life

I pray to God that my dear friend would live that night

But he died, and since then I ain't been livin right

I'm comin home with straight F's *edited* in every class

My momma cryin cuz she see her youngest son is a thug

Wakin up in cold sweats, filled my body with slugs

Nightmares and shootouts, keepin me awake

Don't be amazed when you see me with a .38

I'm all alone with a dozen heaters all loaded

I'm poor all I see is guns, explodin

Gotta itchy trigger finger and I can't hold it, unloaded



We ridaz comin from the slums

With our guns out lookin for a better life

A better way, strugglin to make it through the night

Stare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter day

I'm in the shade, tryna step over into the light

Gettin paid off this rap game, who would've thought?

My back's up against the wall now it's on court

Pull out my 9 and start bustin just like I was taught

Cuz I was born to ride



Sellin *edited* in the rain with my homie Ice

Fist fights over dice, we ain't nothin nice

If you thinkin you could brawl fool, bring the drama

Think about all of the pain that I caused my momma

She never want me around, she said I'm hopeless

Twisted in the basement, hittin roaches

Press the heat to my dome but I can't pull it

But knowin I could stop the pain with a single bullet

A young thug tryna make it to see 21

A difficult task, not everyone could get it done

Bust out all the street lights so they can't see me

They already hate a *nigga* cuz they heard the c.d.

I'm bout to run up in the precint and spray a round

I'm in a situation, gotta lay 'em down

I never hide, only ride for the homicide

*edited* and the Dogg Pound when he draw down

Thug till I pass away, that's a Y.A.

Baby glock in my sock that's how I play

We grew up hard in the gutter, me and my brother

For 13 whole years couldn't see each other

I'm bout to bang out on the curb cuz I'm feelin buzzed

A westcoast G, but I'm still a Philly thug

With AK's for the first *nigga* comin this way

I was born to ride



We ridaz comin from the slums

With our guns out lookin for a better life

A better way, strugglin to make it through the night

Stare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter day

I'm in the shade, tryna step over into the light

Gettin paid off this rap game, who would've thought?

My back's up against the wall now it's on court

Pull out my 9 and start bustin just like I was taught

Cuz I was born to ride

I was born to ride



And every gets worse it'll never change

Little kids dyin, daddy's stuck in the game

I'm at the point of no return, can you please help me?

I'm only tryna put some food in a *nigga* belly

You got me all messed up, homie, look again

16 years old burryin my friends

So what do you expect to hear in these present years?

And nowadays no one knows any other way

My poppa told me it's another way for me to do it

But his method didn't work now I'm through with it

Prepared for the funeral of the juvenile

I might be dead right now if I ain't had a crew

No one expected the truth to come from a youth

Chipped my front tooth boxin up on the roof

An everyday somebody die don't nobody cry

You thought my lyrics so explicit, this is how I live it

Smokin weed, drinkin brews, thuggin on the block

Stay true and on the run from the school cops

Parents complainin bout my rap, say they want me (to) stop

Well y'all ain't help ya *niggaz* right here on the block

So truthfully I don't care if you approve or not

Cuz I was born to ride
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