Ride (Prod. Siaffa Jones)

Okay I’m really something
I got it jumping
They know its me
The run on style smooth as butter
And Gold cutlery
Could run mile
In my same shoes
And couldn’t fuck with me
I’m the son of how?
Fucking winning like its my destiny
I’m the son of now
Difference is live by the crest of me
A gun will blaow
Make his people value whats left of him
But most my nigguhs died
Due to medical negligence
Put family in a casket
Like they work at the morgue
They gone make this lifе harder
Like you was begging for morе
So when I say that its your fault
I hope you hearing me pour
The truth in a glass
Let’s just mix it with this beat
I know I’m dropping heat
But somehow it’s still sweet

Something fresh on my
Feet
My Queen on
Fleek
Pockets knotted up
But my mind still deep
Plant based how I eat
It’s Gold on me
I know I’m dropping heat
But somehow it’s still sweet

I know I’m dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet

I know I’m dropping heat
But it sound so sweet
Like baby girl talking bout her day
Tell me what it is
She goneland at 8
I’mma scoop her from the port and shit
We gone stop for brunch
She gone find a new spot to hit
Imma roll 2 jays
Smoke one, take the other with
In case we out too long
And the setting fit to hit a spliff
Make a wish
Open yo eyes
Now go get that shit
Your dreams not waiting
And somebody will take that shit
Do that shit now
Dim yo chances
The more you sit and wait
If you don’t have one
Pray you shown a new way to shift
Steer right when whats left
Or calculate the risks
You get caught up in the mix
And snitch they taking off your top and shit