[Intro] Yeah Feels good [Verse 1] I might be the crookest nigga movin' around with 3 felonies I get a laugh at all the bullshit niggas be tellin' me My hood full of niggas like Marky and Bill Bellamy Them funny niggas will get ya, so keep the heat with ya It's Ferrari Nigga, my name hold weight, like a diesel nigga on a bitch pressed up state Here's my number, 94R6378 In case you thought the shit I say in my line's fake I make a mess in the mess hall - cause a brawl Caught you catchin' no charge; oh God Why's my life so hard? Cause I ain't book-smart, they think I'm a retard No, I dont know much about the French I talk All I know is when that drama pop off, these pussies is shook This is Rikers Island pain talk; your phone time's my chalk My time is my time, and your time's mine, punk Cut you from ear to ear, [?] [Chorus] I'm a rider Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me Whether I'm locked or I'm free Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me I'm a rider Wherever I'm in or out, I'm me Whether I'm locked or I'm free Whatever I'm at, I'm who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me [Verse 2] Any nigga with a glass jaw gotta get his shit cracked Soon as I touch the bricks, I bust a clip and take the strip back Give me [?] money for a week; I could flip that They had my face while I'm juxin' you when I push your shit back [?] used to carry billy clubs, Trey-eight slugs Now they carry nines but I got hollows in mine I see my homies on the corner, burnin' a dutch Take a [?]; next thing you know, I'm [?] fucked up Every Tuesday I'm in parole, listenin' to niggas Lyin' through they teeth 'bout how they holdin' fingers You make police contact? (Nope) Stayin' out of trouble? (Nope) Got a job yet? (Nope) I'm still sellin' dope I'm just playin' [?] Let me piss in a cup And I got shit I gotta do; you really fuckin' me up See you, I could talk to you; you know what's up All that drug program shit be slowin' me up [Chorus]
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