Title: Just Ridin Through
By: Young Dolla
Crew: H.ard W.ood C.lassikz

[Chorus]
Ridin through the hood with hustler's ambition
Gettin by the streets is my only mission
And if I make it to see the top
Im a use my pistol grip
To make sure i don't drop
Man i aint really tryin anything new
Path laid down before me
So homie Im just Ridin through

[Verse 1]
Motivated by the fallen, still hated by the ballin
Most of these peoples wish to drown me out
.................Like God's wishes for New Orleans
My path is given by the ones who ain't livin
Legendary in the mind, Ordinary in my outline
Gotta look indepth to see me truely defined
Surpassing all obsticles laid before me by the devil
Only to reach the top, to find I need to reach another level
These new plateaus dont get me emotional
Just gives me a better background to look at
In the case that i ever reach the status of promo
Kinda funny you can see people at their real from the top
Same friends you hustled and ran with on the block
Are the same enemies that's wishin for you to flop
No one in the world you can really trust but yourself
So don't feel bad when your left in the world, with no one else


[Chorus]
Ridin through the hood with hustler's ambition
Gettin by the streets is my only mission
And if I make it to see the top
Im a use my pistol grip
To make sure i don't drop
Man i aint really tryin anything new
Path laid down before me
So homie Im just Ridin through

[Verse 2]
All my life I'm been doing the opossite i said I was gonna do
Never sell dope ,never hold coke, try my hardest not to smoke
The same things in my life I thought to be so influential
Are the same substenece to be bringing down my potential
But they're same parts that make-up my lyrical essentials
So that it means something every time when I write off my initials
Yet i hate the most things in my life but i continue to roll with'em
My thoughts and preferences seems to be my life's worst venom
I don't know why everybody wants to let beef remain to surivive
All these fake thugs and imitators wont kill nothin, or let somethin die
Lack to realise, they lettin us all die, in the public's eyes
Scared to look eye to eye with ones they dont see eye to eye
Hiding by disguies, they don't really rely by, but drape em to be popularized
You got to live the beef, survive the heat, or be open-minded atleast
To truly understand why so many of the real embrace the streets
We call it home, why so many see it as the dome of money sexy and drugs
But if they try to atleast try to see it more than the many sets and thugs
Maybe they'll see we regret, we oppose a threat, why showing eachother love


[Chorus]
Ridin through the hood with hustler's ambition
Gettin by the streets is my only mission
And if I make it to see the top
Im a use my pistol grip
To make sure i don't drop
Man i aint really tryin anything new
Path laid down before me
So homie Im just Ridin through