LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomadic Extra Large

Verse 1:
This for my riders on the corner trying to make it out.
Drug trafficking. Stuck up in the lane and can’t get out.
You took the wrong road. But still you try to drive straight.
And deep inside your heart, you feeling it’s time to hit the brakes.

‘Cause you been grinding, pushing faster than a Maserati.
Money higher than the ceiling up in a hotel lobby.
Living a lavish life, but that lavish life got a price
On your head and your soul. Your life is like a dice roll.

Never know how things might turn out.
Cause one day you in, and the next day your out.
Like a revolving door, spinning out of control.
Like an indie car driver, driver out of control.

This is the path of destruction that I chose to live,
So I guess I gotta deal with whatever comes with it.
But it’s cool, we all live and we learn,
Well some of us don’t, until the point of no return.

Chorus:
This for my riders on the block and the streets and corners,
Hustling until the night’s gone. Straight Piranhas.
Trying to make it out, trying to get through the day,
No matter the pressure, you down to do whatever it takes
To get that dollar, dollar bill y’all.

Even if it means that you gotta take a downfall,
You gonna ride, no matter the pressure, no matter the weather.
Yo, you down to do whatever.
This is for my riders. My rigy rigy riders.
This is for my riders. My rigy rigy riders.

Verse 2:
Every street got a story, every corner got a tale,
You hustle for your freedom, but the system wants to jail.
Chasing every dollar, gotta dodge every snare,
Life’s a gamble, and you play it like you just don’t care.

Friends turn to foes, and the nights get colder,
Tryna rise from the struggle, but the streets get bolder.
Heart racing, adrenaline, you living on the edge,
But still you ride, still you fight, still you pledge.

To the grind, to the life, to the dreams that you hold,
Even when the nights are heavy, and the world’s ice cold.
So here’s to the riders, hustlers, and survivors,
Keep your head high, keep pushing—stay inspired.

Chorus (Repeat):
This for my riders on the block and the streets and corners,
Hustling until the night’s gone. Straight Piranhas.
Trying to make it out, trying to get through the day,
No matter the pressure, you down to do whatever it takes
To get that dollar, dollar bill y’all.

Even if it means that you gotta take a downfall,
You gonna ride, no matter the pressure, no matter the weather.
Yo, you down to do whatever.
This is for my riders. My rigy rigy riders.
This is for my riders. My rigy rigy riders.