ALPINE

Peep my alpine
That be banging out our ride
Reflections of the stress
That we feel up inside

5:00 fresh from the J.O.B
Houston sunshine got brothaz in a
Serious need
Now witness me in these
Hardtimes
Ghetto lines out my ride
Bumpin the alpine
Getting the stress out my
Mind but in due time
I remain on these city streets
The hottest heat
These ghetto beats
Techniques that ease
A brotha's mind
Cause in the times we
Find survival kits
To ease a nigga shit
Through the hardtimes
Of bliss
No danger we on an anger
Trip, you feel me
Hit a phillie in the front seat
So when I get home
My lady doesn’t bug me
These ghetto meditations
Isn't all good
But stil it eases everybody
In the neighborhood
Forgive me, for our
Bad minds, our bad strides
The pressures to high
So we escape to our rides

Peep my alpine
That be banging out our ride
Reflections of the stress
That I feel up inside

Sometimes I feel sad
Eventhough my music’s
Glad
Hearing them rap about
The things that I wish I
Fucking had
Last pinch on the dime
Bag
Kingpin calls me on up
Says I got some grass
I come through like
The truth
Share a few laughs
Pop some drinks
Talk about days of the past
Burn out
And hit the streets
With our fantasies
Turn the music down
The cops behind me
Watch em pass
Let out a laugh of relief
Our belief is to run these
Mothafuckin streets
Niggas know the steelo
On how I ride
Turn the alpine
And watch out for one time
You’ll never know when
They looking at you
From the down low
Just in case have it ready
To throw it out the window
Is life passing us by
You can’t say I didn’t
Try
9-5 cause nigas to die
Uh uh uh

Peep my alpine
That be banging out my ride
Reflections of the stress
That I feel up inside





Produced and Written by Daraja Hakizimana for BlackWater Productions