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Ride or die, I die to ride, but got to high to drive
Jumped in the driver’s side, made a six and five collide
And I survived as my own violent co-pilot
In the passenger seat, blastin’ the heat while I ghost ride it
Hit a tree, crash it, smash the dash’s cheap plastic
Kill your boy and still avoid a six foot deep casket
Complete savage, on the streets with E tablets
While D’s in a green caprese blasting three past it
It seems drastic, drunk in L.I.E. traffic
Forced to wreak havoc, with an ounce a week weed habit
But I keep at it, chase paper with a straight razor
Stumble home late night, and hate life a day later
Cause life’s a bitch, who only treat you right when you twice as rich
But if you’re broke, she’ll cut your throat and slice your wrists
I’m might just flip, grab a big