still ridin (interlude)

ya

fuck what they told ya

i'm ridin' round with stunna servin'

in the cuts of magnolia

i guess he still

got them thang for ten a brick

what shall i benefit learnin' from my predecessors

it's immanent that i ball on the nay-sayers

their hate layers

they wish i wasn't deep like the chakras and great prayers

they prefer that i was shallow with the stairs on the hot tub

they send all this hate

still i got love

look

i'm so unacquainted with cameras and gettin' painted

it's something that'chu not

and this industry rather tainted

realize all that gucci wear is a heinous disguise

forty caliber it ain't at ya sides

aim at your ties

i'm tired of fake ballers

i give it to ya

you great stallers

but the truth on the way

you on the way up out the door

when i come around things in alignment

i ain't talkin' about the rock when i say throw up the diamonds

i get some steel

i hear on some fuck shit

and you still servin' mid on some out of luck shit

ya i'm still ridin' 'round with the same homies

you recognize but you ain't even know me

mother fucka and i'm still ridin'

still ridin'

twenty years in the game

mother fucka and i'm still ridin'

still ridin'

ya

i'm a legend in my city

mother fucka and i'm still ridin'

still ridin'

too much dough to count

mother fucka and i'm still ridin

still ridin'