Still Ridin’ Clean (GODLESS)

[Instrumental intro]

[Verse: Playa Dre]
Ain't no duckin when my pistol off a safety
It's too late to tryna break my 70 round gauge
Nigga, slow blow on yo chest while you runnin' no escape
With the troopaz on my back, 'bout to go to war
Kill in disguise, go surprise enemies when we creep
Hollow point thangs in the air, travel like a plane
Dead at yo brain, put you in a deep sleep
Playa Dre the crooked type pull up on the 5
Wide street 7 street niggas off a 9
Kinny skinny brown and my nigga yo [?]
With the barrel handle on the chrome .45
Dazed full of hay when I am on a mission
Looking for a limit (?), tryna hustle on a motherfuckin' track
Lay 'em on his chest and I [?] pop a slug
Like a thug, full of drugs, then I leavе his skull cracked

[Verse: GODLESS]
I'mma try and live my life, wе in Vegas saying [?]
We still [?] until you [?]
[?]

[Hook: GODLESS]
I'mma try and live my life, we in Vegas saying [?]
We still [?] until you [?]
I'mma try and live my life, we in Vegas saying [?]
We still [?] until you [?]
I'mma try and live my life, we in Vegas saying [?]
We still [?] until you [?]
I'mma try and live my life, we in Vegas saying [?]
We still [?] until you [?]