Riding On E - Nafe Smallz

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I’m smokin' somethin' strong on the East with my niggas

I remember ridin' on E with my niggas

Trappin', no sleep, tryna eat with my niggas

Now I step into the club, she wanna leave with my niggas

Gang, gang, gang, yeah, it’s a gang ting

But if we on a mission, it’s prolly just three of my niggas

I been on the paper chase, straight no days off

Dreamin' but I ain’t been sleep in a minute

I’m knee-deep in it, yeah

Fuckin' let me breathe for a minute

Cah' the air ain’t clean where I’m livin'

I can smell the demons in it

So I’m rollin' in the deep end with it

You know I ain’t catchin' no feelings, yeah

That love be the killer, yeah

Me, I’m tryna be the best millionaire

Then the next billionaire

I got my killies that will kill in here

Ain’t a thing to find out where you livin', yeah

Whenever the script gets flipped and the tables get turned

You don’t wanna cross me when your bridges get burned

I been with the same niggas in the same farm

Smokin' Mary J, I’m at the J

Then I let the tray burn, we don’t fuck with Satan

I been on the mission since I been awakened

Still I can’t send it, can’t hit the station

Gotta keep it blatant, runnin' out of patience

You know

Still I’m runnin' outta patience

Still I’m runnin' outta patience

We done made it out the basement

But we ain’t made it out the pavements

So I’m stayin' with the stainless

Bet this bullet leave you brainless

In these streets, you gotta say less

Runnin' with the same friends

Gettin' money out the same ends

In this beef, I never make amends

Band, always tryna get the upper hand on me

Don’t they know I do this for the gang?

Talkin' 'bout that money, it’s more than a couple grand

I’m a real top boy, I don’t do it for the 'gram

Grow up on the block, drug dealin' on the scram

Thug was 13, bust an AC, no Milan

Young niggas tryna get rich off a scam

Goin', that was never part of the plan, no

Now I’m tryna get it, early bird get the worm

Hoes in my trackies, but them birds had to turn

Breakin' all the laws, get a bird, fuck the sun

And see how many niggas gon' fuck your bird from your fam

I was in the trap puttin' all them herbs on the can

Got into this rap, now it’s verse after verse

This fame shit, it really be a gift and a curse

Can’t slip when they lurk, keep a grip on your

If we do this right, bruv

We back on top

No more of that fuckin' around on the street corners sellin' shit