Intro – chopped, slow fade-in]
Slow life… slab lights…
City glow, neon nights…
Yeah…
Tribe and his rider…
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[Hook – melodic sing-rap, stretched vowels]
It’s me and mine, ride or die
Slab slide while the world pass by
Locked in tight, we don’t fold
Closed door problems never told
Swang wide, just us two
Neon lights when we slide through
If you touch one, you touch both
That’s a line you don’t cross, no joke
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[Verse 1]
Tribe don’t play ’bout the one he love
Two locked tight like a hand in glove
Might fuss loud but we stay solid
Cross that line, that’s a closed-door problem
Real deal chill, keep it low key
Gangster blues, that’s the code we keep
Bonnie and Clyde in the slab at night
Southside stars under neon lights
Nothing to lose when you built like that
Ride or die vibe and we stand on that
Swang lane to lane, keep the system fed
Slow life rhythm in the city of red
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[Verse 2 – build it deeper]
She know my flaws, I know her fire
Two strong souls with the same desire
World get loud but we move in silence
Pressure outside, inside it’s guidance
Paint drip shine when we lane switch smooth
Whole city watch how the real ones move
No fake love, no halfway trust
If it’s me or you, it’s always us
Storms come hard but we don’t break
Steel in the spine, no room to shake
Backseat talks while the bassline hum
Every war we face, we face as one
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[Hook – repeat, slightly bigger]
It’s me and mine, ride or die
Slab slide while the world pass by
Locked in tight, we don’t fold
Closed door problems never told
Swang wide, just us two
Neon lights when we slide through
If you touch one, you touch both
That’s a line you don’t cross, no joke
⸻
[Outro – slowed, chopped hook lines]
Bonnie… Clyde… slab glide…
Me and mine… ride or die…
Closed doors… no lies…
Southside… slow life…
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