Street mob riders

Bando baby, da life, got the grind in my veins, Chasing paper, stacking dreams, breaking free from these chains, Merlin with the magic, pull a waps out the bag, World turning, lessons learned, never let 'em see me lag. Still a mashman, moving shadows in the night, Whispers in the alleys, where the fiends take flight, Sterling on my mind, every dollar's like a spell, Casting visions of a mansion, can you hear the wishing well? Dark thoughts lurking, but my heart's made of gold, In this game for the riches, never falling for the cold, Life's a gamble, roll the dice, watch 'em tumble and spin, Bando baby, in the trap, where the hustle begins. Every step I take, feel the weight of the grind, But the fire in my soul keeps illuminating my gaols From the block to the top, ain't no stopping my rise, In this dark, I find the light, with the stars in my eyes. Bando baby, da life, grindin' hard in the rain, Chasin' dreams in the night, ain't no time for the pain, Hustle deep in my soul, got ambition to claim, Stackin' chips like I'm playin', but I ain't in the game. Survivin' off the struggle, see the fire in my eyes, Every step that I take, man, I'm reachin' for the skies, From the block to the top, where the real ones rise, Got my people by my side, never cuttin' the ties. Heart of a lion, yeah, I roar through the strife, Livin' legends in the making, this ain't just my life, From the shadows to the light, watch me break through the night, With a vision so vivid, I can see the future bright. Never fold under pressure, that's a lesson I learned, In this world full of snakes, gotta watch how they squirm, With the grind in my veins, every bridge gets burned, Bando baby, forever, now the tables have turned. bando baby who's in my double five Mercedes trying to block clock no go fucking crazy still on the block still licky shots still trying to get the pot of gold trying to fold not complaining fucking Pokémon turn fucking nuts and Ross Clark fucking poke you if I poke your I'm going to soak you up super soaker acres slam donkey like the fucking Lakers of he's on fire ain't no fucking liar 28