Ride Out

[Voicemail Greeting]
What up y’all it’s Rocky, I’m away from my phone
So please leave me a message and I’ll try and hit you back, have a good day

[Verse 1]
I put a blunt to the sky for the good life
And pour some liquor to the floor for the hood life
It’s been a long day, it’s been a hard year
I’m just rolling through the streets to get my mind clear
What up CZA? We go way back
He got me flipping through the beats for the right track
And now we all grown, I think we did well
I had to learn my lane and grip the steering wheel
My mama so proud, my papa all smiles
To see the future that they gained in their last child
I miss the old days, kicking it with my best friend
Take a puff in hеr honor until we meet again
I’m hittin’ all greens, the sky is so blue
In thе City that I love driving slow through
We finna make it baby, I swear to God, yo
Put the blunt to my lips and let the song go…

[Voicemail message from The Jacka]

[Verse 2]
I got the stunnas on, it’s a beautiful day
Boys is waving at me when I hit the freeway
Hit the gas pedal, and then I hit the brake
Do it over and dip low, for the hood’s sake
Roll through the PJ’s, throw the 2 up
Never forget the struggle in the places that we grew up
Hit the concrete only where my people be
Flip the bird at yuppies buying our property
The City hella changed, my people still here
See the fog rolling in through the back mirror
I was stressed out, but, I’m feeling better now
Got it together now I’m seeing though the dark clouds
Maybe it’s bomb smoke, maybe it’s blind fate
But whatever’s in the future, y’all, I can’t wait
We made it this far, and now we can’t stop
Put the roach to my lips and let the beat drop

[Voicemail message from San Quinn]

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