Ride

[Verse 1 - Dark-Lo]
I had their streets in their withdraw
I had them fiends with the stiff jaw
OBH ball out, they ain't pick y'all
My brother like the runaround, let the clips off
Niggas playing with them damn hagglers
Dark Lo, K Lizzy, shout out Manchester
Head shot, it done sent him to his ancestors
Then I hopped in and spazzed in that van Lexus
Granny still playing Mega Millions
It's still a thousand kids in them project buildings
I'm right around the corner so you know I feel 'em
Shit's loaded, thirty hollows, I would hate to spill 'em
Yesterday I slipped out that narc raid
Thirteen selling coke, no arcades
That was way back in my Hunting Park days
Then I moved to Darien, we had to part ways
If I'm broke I'm running in the bank probably
Real talk, couldn't wait to use my new shotty
Chop a brick one hand like I knew karate
AK or spinner lift up that new Bugatti

[Hook - AR-AB]
Real niggas ride and we don't fold
We all did time, never once told
Broad day shootouts, never once froze
Niggas made a million dollars off of one stove
Real niggas ride and we don't fold
Pulled a Range Rove outta one bowl
Fuck the internet, let your gun blow
My hallway closet is a gun show

[Verse 2 - K Lizzy]
I'm doing better, that's progress
Cried when my brother died, hurt my chest
Shoot you in your head till you're mindless
My nigga whipping coke in the Pyrex
I really move bricks, what you rapping bout?
I used to slang drugs right outside my mother's house
K Lizzy, Blade Brown, Dark Lo
We've got money, nine bands for a nine of snow
Fuck niggas, some niggas gotta go
Ten bands on your head, that will get a nigga ghost
Get you adios'd, I'm about my cheese
I'm a boss, I make niggas eat, I'm a fucking G
All this P make your girl get on her knees
Three days, already made three G's
Like snakes I would scream for my P's
Make the chrome spinner blow like a referee

[Hook - AR-AB]
Real niggas ride and we don't fold
We all did time, never once told
Broad day shootouts, never once froze
Niggas made a million dollars off of one stove
Real niggas ride and we don't fold
Pulled a Range Rove outta one bowl
Fuck the internet, let your gun blow
My hallway closet is a gun show

[Verse 3 - Blade Brown]
Phone ringing so much I was getting migraines
But fuck that, trap or die, that's the mind frame
The ten ton will make the nine change
Had nitties on the block tryna find veins
Got the plug up on my phone playing mind games
I've seen trials and tribulations when you're buying caine
The price up and down, man the times changed
Some niggas don't get a thing that I'm strange
And yeah I'm really from that block life
One wrong look will get you popped twice
Just shout my nigga Po man, he got life
And we cop properties, we don't cop ice
Last year I was paying top price
Then I found a new plug and it dropped nice
Something cooking in the kitchen and it's not rice
Cutting down the whole square with a lock knife

[Hook - AR-AB]
Real niggas ride and we don't fold
We all did time, never once told
Broad day shootouts, never once froze
Niggas made a million dollars off of one stove
Real niggas ride and we don't fold
Pulled a Range Rove outta one bowl
Fuck the internet, let your gun blow
My hallway closet is a gun show