[Verse 1: Sam]
Gotta buck for a Sweet

Throw the guts in the dirt
My eyes are bleeding from drinking liquor and smoking purp.
Thinking back to the good old days,

Gotta little got a lotta little fire in the woods
Looking at the cops taking over the block
Like you better give me back my neighborhood

Vanilla vodka mixed with cranberry,
That's what I used to drink.
Everything happened for a reason, huh?

That's what I used to think.
But then %#@! changed over it changed from the bad things to the good things
My old friends on some new %#@!

I mean just the other day my phone rang
On the other end was my old best friend like Sam what's happening, my G
I know %#@!s about to pop and when %#@! pops you still gunna be $#&@ing with me?

Still gunna be coming back around? Still gunna be $#&@ing with the town?
Still gunna be a little funny $$# white boy, Sammy Huckleberry Lachow?


When I said

[Hook]

"Nothings gunna change, same shoes, same hat, same hug, same dad.
Nothings gunna change, same block, same bass. New stage, same mic."
And we gunna ride for the town cause the town raised us.

Maybe money changed the city, but it never changed us...
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride
And I promise we gunna try try try try

And we gunna ride through the town with our weed rolled up
Can't nobody tell us nothing cause your boys grown up.
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride

And I promise we gunna try try try try

[Verse 2: Raz]

Ten bucks for the cream,
For the flux on the turf.
My feet are freezing from running this %#@!

And selling work.
Thinking back to the good old days
Got a lot going never getting tired of the juice

Crooked little cops taking over the block
Like you better give us back our neighborhood
They riding around my side of town,

Locking ^!$$%s up, Shooting ^!$$%s Down
Riding around making it look like
Got white people walking their dogs now.

College kids running they jog now.
Gang unit, cops wanna hop out.
My young little ^!$$%s still pushing that quarter all day and night like they locked out.

I've been on, been rich, been out $#&@ing with you (*##$.
Been out getting my money right, now coming back to this music.
I doos this for the 206.

That black umbrella true %#@!
Went from a cartel to a brothel, to a business, to a movement
And nothings gunna change same shoes same strap,

Same hook, same gat.
And nothings gunna change same block, same stripes. New ???, same mic.


And we gunna ride for the town cause the town raised us.
Maybe money changed the city, but it never changed us...
And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride

And I promise we gunna try try try try
And we gunna ride through the town with our weed rolled up
Can't nobody tell us nothing cause your boys grown up.

And you know that we gunna ride ride ride ride
And I promise we gunna try try try try.