Lyrics
Ugh
That n**** hit me wit da Carl Crawford, ya feel me
Yea
Chad and Premro
Yea, on the way
Yea, leh go
Ride through city
Soul patrol, you light up I roll
Sometimes mids, runaway kids, mostly highs and lows
We was just some young n*****, who grew up off Chad and Premro
What's the use of getting gold, if all you do is sell your soul
Lights camera (Camera)
I got that action if they actin' (Actin')
Tighten up where they lackin' (Lackin')
Success is satisfaction (Faction)
I'm known in different factions (Factions)
You owe it, then I'm taxing (Taxin')
A known financial backer, if it's popping let's make it happen (Ok)
I might set it off if we matching (Might, might)
Might let it off if they cappin' (Gone do)
No settling I'm not happy, with the results you came thru packin'
Me and Coat, Midnight Mackin', parking lot made our dreams come true (Come true)
Every night when I fall asleep thank God I'm me, and I'm not you (Dear lord)
Might be Millers cuz we so tru (Tru)
Might buy the building in which I sit (Sit)
Walk outside and don't wanna see murder
But down for my niggas is what you gone get (Uh uh)
I'm not claiming anything I'm not (Not)
That's what they think gone get them hot (Hot)
What it's gone do is get them shot (Fiy fiy)
Came off the block, to sitting on top, talkin' bout
Ride through city (City)
Soul patrol, you light up I roll (Roll)
Sometimes mids, runaway kids, mostly highs and lows
We was just some young n*****, who grew up off Chad and Premro
What's the use of getting gold, if all you do is sell your soul
Ride through city (City)
Soul patrol, you light up I roll (Roll)
Sometimes mids, runaway kids, mostly highs and lows (Lows)
We was just some young n*****, who grew up off Chad and Premro
What's the use of getting gold, if all you do is sell your soul
Ain't no sunshine (Yea)
Kinda like Claude and Ray, where da gunline (Uh huh)
Distribute these rap lyrics like prohibition, or moonshine (Yea)
Burning that midnight oil, out here trying to shine like foil (Foil)
Lyrical missiles get deployed, swerving these old school toys (Toys)
Weavin' and bobbin haters destroyed, self-defense like Floyd (Uh)
Knockin' ya noggin' wit these chords, trying keep room & board
Vocally strike like lightening against all odds but a n**** ain't frightening (Yea)
Out here peddlin' music, switch up the bait if the fish ain't biting
Going ballistic, with artistic soulful stylistics
It's hard out here for a pimp mane, so I pray that I'm not an assistant
I cannot be a statistic (Yea)
I'm responsible for making biscuits (Biscuits)
I can't be unrealistic, 'gotta be comfortable goin' the distance (Leh go)
Trunk doctor write prescription (Uh)
'Dis here gone ease cerebral (Yea)
Using the booth like easel, painting this gospel street cathedral (Amen)
Threading the needle this ghetto upheaval, this is my message to people (Yea)
Keep that third eye wide open, watch out for the deceivers
Ride through city
Soul patrol, you light up I roll
Sometimes mids, runaway kids, mostly highs and lows
We was just some young n*****, who grew up off Chad and Premro
What's the use of getting gold, if all you do is sell your soul
Ride through city
Soul patrol, you light up I roll
Sometimes mids, runaway kids, mostly highs and lows
We was just some young n*****, who grew up off Chad and Premro
What's the use of getting gold, if all you do is sell your soul