Locked In

(We gon let it ride out)
Yeah
(We gon let it ride out)
Un huh
(We gon let it ride out)
(Vibe to this)
(Supply to this)
Un huh x2
Yeah
(We gon drive to this)
GRAAAAAVVVVVV
Un huh
(Harlem)

Am locked in, but I’m stylin' like i came home
Chubby kid, turned slim, pocket stayed swolled
Same lane, never changed roads
Same pace to the change bro
Nothing different, but the difference is the split from this bag we gettin’
They asking for hand outs but my arm wont get em
Mainly cus' I seen right hands turn lefty
Same reason why the fam didnt make Joe Pesci
Grav avoid the cola, ya can keep making pepsi
Now we in the game dog, let me change the settings
Grinding, staying afloat like Jet ski
Or navy seals,
Steady counting till i drop like baby tears
If you don’t feel me fuck it cus' yo lady is
Shorty ride clean cede’s rims
Literally,
Few p’s in a tan gran cherokee
Grav in it looking player, Bill Bellamy
On the FDR round’ east 70
Getting off on exit 14
Take first ave make a left on 16th
Riding with the paper dog like a brinks be
Hoping that these hating suckas didn’t jinx me
Yeah, cus' I’ve been sticking to the protocol
Look at me looking great nigga overall
And it all came from flips no summersaults
As a winner in the winter i show the summer off
Ugly nigga never found by the shade cus'
Am in cut two stepping lighting flame up
Down, is all i ever knew
Till i re’d up and turned ever knew to revenue
Grey skies but the plug said it’ll be forever blue
Only if your word is worth more than what I’m selling you (Loyalty)
Forensic light shining,
When i step in close the blinders,
Don’t peak cus' theres a war outside
From where they let it go, cus' they hold on pride
Transactions being made when we go high five
Urb loud but we silent cus' we go off vibes
bout chips, like hp, no 8 ounces
Word to titty feds watchin like we stay mounted

Word to titty feds watchin like we stay mounted
Bout chips, like hp, no 8 ounces