歌词
Its Chief
I’m Levitating, mentally elevated, high off the hustle, so I b forever faded, my success ain’t based on no other ****, I’m touching figures, like a ménage the hard way, 16 poppen Dom, while **** poppen Andre????, aye n thats the type of shit that’s beyond me, bugging n my mind, but speak calmly, down ta push tha button, anybody tryna harm me, I live like I’m posed ta, solid 4 the culture, the highlights of my life, get watched by the vultures, riding with the toast up, cuz birds in the roaster, stripes of a general with heart like a soldier, Riden with the iron n the prime of my mind, I used ta feel like it’s respect if I had died on tha 9, now I breeze through the county, n it’s obviously mine, they think b i g, when they hear me like Shyne,
Hook
Riden with iron on my waistline, i aint finna letta **** take mine, Riden with that iron on my waistline, n I’m bout ta paint a house on Riden with iron on my waistline, i aint finna letta **** take mine, Riden with that iron on my waist, n I’m bout ta paint a house with his face, on FaceTime, Yeah It aint over mutha fucka, huh Its mone ****, stay solid
Succa guy, neva test, why, my 45 bring smoke like the pope died, leave ashtrays on amazon,my **** why?, cuz the smoke fire, My real lifetime make rap **** quote lines, I even had Marshall with a flag on the right side,
The realness moves n we don’t g likewise, I, been on tracks with rap gods, n I’m the sun shined, I just fed my whole family off 1 rhyme,Im in the prime of my mind looped, each line, pushed peas like birds eye, n that’s over yo head, u stay focused on the flash, I’ll get this money instead, I beefed with big **** jus to earn my stripes, ima star, they salute, when I flag, on site, had the heat n my car, now it’s on my side n it ain’t ate for a month, thirsting for yo life… Its over ****
Written by: Ramone Johnson, Ricky Parham II