Yeah... (uh)
We don’t bend... nah
Only rise up, no ceilings
Let’s get it
F—fuck, bitch in the ceiling,
I got her kneelin’, blowin’ her back out — call it smackdown, feelin’.
She ain’t like that, but she want that,
You know who dat — nah, we don’t do that.
We be grindin’ non-stop, bindin’ with a bitch,
She a snitch, killed her man — now she damned in a ditch.
She exposed, all her hoes, takin' dick behind,
She don’t mind, just rewind, she be losin’ time.
I need a beat to lay this heat, never mind —
It’s not time, commit a crime with a dime, we don’t rhyme —
So give us time, she is fine, all the time,
We don’t stop, no breath, just climb.
Catchin’ checks, not feelings, up in the sky, no ceilings,
Only stacks to the roof, with the truth we be dealin’.
She a vibe, not a wife, just a night then I’m ghost,
Like a toast to the life, yeah we doin’ the most.
Yeah, we ride, we don’t hide, we just slide with the steel,
If it’s real, then it’s war — we don’t talk, we just kill.
From the mud, from the trap, had to climb for a meal,
Now it’s ice on my wrist, now they know how it feel.
We don’t fold, we don’t bend, all my dawgs trained to win,
Took some L’s, took it in, came back twice with a grin.
She want love? That’s pretend — I want bags, not a friend,
Every night’s just a game, every verse got an end.
All gas, no brakes, we don’t fold, no mistakes,
Got that Glock in the safe, got that blade for the snakes.
She a freak, love the taste, make it clap to the bass,
Got her runnin’ like a race — now she beggin’ for a place.
She ain’t loyal, just spoiled, wanna flex for the ‘Gram,
Got a plan, not a fam, she get ran through the camp.
I don’t dance, I just step, I don’t beg, I don’t stress,
She confess under pressure, now she off like the rest.
Pop a tab, then I float, whole team on go,
If it’s smoke, then it’s war — we don’t talk, we just show.
Ain’t no love in this life, just the grind and the code,
Keep my circle real tight, we don’t fold, we explode.
Ride dirty in the city, got my demons in the back,
Every verse like a shot — hit the beat with the MAC.
No cap, this a fact, this that hunger and pain,
From the trap to the stage, now they chantin’ my name.
Yeah, we ride, we don’t hide, we just slide with the steel,
If it’s real, then it’s war — we don’t talk, we just kill.
From the mud, from the trap, had to climb for a meal,
Now it’s ice on my wrist, now they know how it feel.
We don’t fold, we don’t bend, all my dawgs trained to win,
Took some L’s, took it in, came back twice with a grin.
She want love? That’s pretend — I want bags, not a friend,
Every night’s just a game, every verse got an end.
No ceilings, we just rise,
Dark nights, red skies...
Real ones never die —
We just live through the vibe.
LLorenzo
