BRLY • GOD sustain akadion

Aye!

Dude's draggin' a kid, he's really not 'round the trap, tryna trade B-Dubs, lookin' for gas—through the crew, outta scams, bigger tires. Oh, nav's tryna guide you, know what I'm sayin'? Hey, I started gettin' this vibe, tryna move like other dudes do, begin *jewelin'*, and you try 'cause it's not a bed—'cause nothin's bad to try, LOL, EVPs try.

Just another guard ain't tryna get there, so I'm stuck here now, Chinese takeout in the snow. Tryna build it right, get his stuff—I didn't wanna park this guess. Oh, I got tonight: drink in hand, gotta hop the box. Grass stash 'bout to sit under the rows by your garage. Then practice: I'm droppin' bars, you know your job's shows. Ready to ride—somebody got his shoes? I was tryna figure, *I got his shoes in*.

Tryna catch the train, feed the gas, train your ass to crash. This ain't nothin' but a change your ways, *no bass*—what's next? Dig through trash, grab my how-tos. Bought it together, Ready's not petty—ever tried to side a buck at his records? Tryna drive a duck-head truck, runnin' hot. Her ride coulda left dirt on your seat. Tryna ride? Got another chick to cop us wheels.

Everybody dry, how to get dry? *Pissin'* time. Holdin' tight, drag it Hollywood-ward. Why'd he doubt me? Took your juice. Oh, I got your wedding band, man—it's time for the garage. How 'bout you try to invade it… and never goes?