Songtext zu 'Riding Solo' von Joyner Lucas

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Some boi no knew nutna bout nutna
Nutna bout... Nutna
Nutna bout nutna
Ay whatchu know about stuntin?
Whatchu know about lame ass niggas always talking bout money?
And watchu know about stray bullets hit'in when you never seen it comin?
And watchu know about joyner Lucas all up in the streets to the floodin?
To the bass bass bass till you runnin down a mother fuckin tunnel?
Watchu know about the cops on the corner tryna knock a nigga unda?
Whatchu know about Illuminati everybody workin fo the devil?
Feelin dead but I'm working for the livin, I be in a space ship gettin-gettin-gettin litin I be Trinidad James make a make a nigga listen
Whatchu know about ridin?
Whatchu know about a check even tho a nigga really don't got it?
Whatchu know about the boyz at cha door while you hidin in the closet?
Pray to God they don't ever catch you slippin or fallin, walk-in on the budget with my windows tinted

And you ain't seen nothing nigga you ain't seen nothing
Whatchu know about money from the chop?
Hustlin and the grind don't stop
In the street the heat make it hot
Lookin out fo tha cops on the block
You know nothin bout slangin them rocks
Takin hits from them to the top
Lock it down and set up shop
Gettin all that paper and stock
Donchu know that I be ridin solo?
Makin money and stay high with pure true
Watchu know bout the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games I tell these niggas lay low
Ay watchu know bout rhythm?
Watchu know bout an east coast nigga with a sound so trilla?
Donchu know I might Jack ya, lookin at the man in the mirror
Whatchu know bout a party everybody thro they hands to the ceiling?
To the bass bass bass and you feel it ya mothafuckin fingas
Whatchu know about Picasso I think another picture being painted
And what you know about drink to the pain and all you do is get faded?
Whatchu know about rappin all day and you dedicate your life to a dream that ain't payin and knowin there's a big chance you could never ever make it?
That's fucked up ain't it?

And whatchu know about waitin while a nigga really impatient?
I got love for the hood even tho I wish I was really in Vegas
With bad bitches in the water I be deep sea swimin up in the car with my windows tinted
And you ain't seen nothin nigga you ain't seen nothin
Whatchu know about money from the chop?
Hustlin and the grind don't stop
In the street the heat make it hot
Lookin out fo tha cops on the block
You know nothin bout slangin them rocks
Takin hits from them to the top
Lock it down and set up shop
Gettin all that paper and stock
Donchu know that I be ridin solo?
Makin money and stay high with pure true
Watchu know bout the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games I tell these niggas lay low
Watchu know bout pain?
And watchu know about livin on the edge ain't nothin gone change?
And watchu know about standin on the corner tryna hustle all day?
Watchu know about scrapin up chains so your suppa get paid?
At cho door knock knock knock and ya landlord banging foe tha rent
And whatchu know about a prayer that ain't never gettin sent?
And watchu know about trustin nobody? We ain't never been friends!
You ain't never shook hands with tha fans I be in some bad bitches put they ass in my hands. I be on that low soul d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

Watchu know about joyner?
Some boi no knew nutna bout nutna, nutna bout
Nutna nutna
What they know bout busy?
Some boi no knew nutna bout nutna bout nutna
Whatchu know about money from the chop?
Hustlin I ain't never gonna stop
In the street the heat make it hot
Lookin out fo tha cops on the block
You know nothin bout slangin them rocks
Takin hits from them to the top
Lock it down and set up shop
Gettin all that paper and stock
Donchu know that I be ridin solo?
Makin money and stay high with pure true
Watchu know bout the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games I tell these niggas lay low
Donchu know that I be ridin solo?
Makin money and stay high with pure true
Watchu know bout the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games I tell these niggas lay low