There It Goes Lyrics - Psychopathic Rydas

Damn 

Give it time man 

I'ma be alright 

It's fucked up 

I'ma be alright 

At least I got my rydas, tho 

Yea 

There it goes 

Another casket dropped under 

In the midst of the rain and thunder 

And I wonder 

About that watch on his wrist 

And why I didn't take that bitch 

Another funeral 

My night to speak 

Everybody and they mamma catchin' slugs in the street 

I know the reverend by name 

He's like Bullet 

It's your turn to run to Burger King 

Mamma told me I had three strikes in life 

When I was 18 I got a job at Mike's 

Car wash 

The place where the bitches be 

Till I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie 

They called the pigs 

And then called my Pop's 

I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop 

And broke on out 

For the cops is on my tail 

Charity only future 

If a nigga only fail 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

I coulda been a doctor 

Maybe even a president 

Instead I slang dope 

In a crack house resident 

Raised in the strip 

By pimps and O G's 

Rock a girl with ADIDAS 

Till the age of 13 

Till I got me a refer 

Slangin' bags and such 

Had every last dopehead 

Ridin' my nuts 

Felt like I was on top of the world 

What a head won't do for a bag of a white girl 

I had T.V's VCR's 

Stereo systems and stolen cars 

More throwaways in the bottom of the river 

When I was hungry 

Crackheads brought me dinner 

I kept Trump on my bankroll 

If I met a fine bitch then I'd put her on the stroll 

Everything was straight till they raided my spot 

Now a nigga on the run and the fever gettin' hot 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

Where my one good last vein at 

Used to flipping' money on hoes 

Now it's smack 

You should be a Ryda 

Heh, picture that 

Now it's where the fuck my pipe 

For my crack 

No more Hatchet Rydas got my back 

Got me a Pinto, traded in my black Cadillac (AHHH) 

There I go 

Or it seems 

Until I woke up from my... 

Dreamin' of the money and the cars 

Ho's in the strip bars 

Now I'm all alone 

The product of a fallen star 

On the bottom of the barrel 

Lookin' for a hookup 

And when it's all done 

I watched everybody book up fast 

Spendin' all my money 

People hate my ass 

And now I'm really out of cash 

Keep your money and your friends tight 

Leave dem ho's 

Or you can wave it all bye nigga there it go 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be (Alright) 

I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes) 

Oh an one more thang 

I'ma be alright though 

I got my rydas wit me