Ride

Oh
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Look, if you roll with me stiff
If you roll with me you solid
I got a scholarship I went to U.N.T
Then I brought my whole hood to college
Look, half my partners mobbin'
But I treat them just like fam
Don't ever get it confused, I love God
But you can still catch these hands

Look, Boppas told me I'm the man
I just chose to believe em'
I met God got real with fat
Then I told the Boppas I don't need em'
Gave em' early dismissal
Earned my stripes like officials
I don't flow boy I spit epistles
For all my partners packin' pistols

Eat the beat to the gristle
Spit it out catch the next one
I use peace for direction and got piece for protection
Oh haters peep the progression
They get salty like Epsom
Swear the style ambidextrous
All my dawgs fly jetsons

And it ain't no lie
And they down to ride
We create the tide

My dawgs from the H astro
Got my psyche from maslow
You the type that they blast at
I'm the type that they blast fo'
Bout to cause a fiasco
Cop some merch help my cash flow
Trash rappers getting son'd
This the hey I'm ya dad flow

Everything I do macro not micro
I'm a cyclone when the mic's on
And the dice roll
They say I ate like an iPhone
I'm just tryna hit milestones
Devil call he get dial tone
I glow like Prince Akeem
And Fat my queen
She out here gettin' her Lisa McDowell on

And it ain't no lie
And she down to ride
We create the tide

Yeah, look catch the wave like a shore drift
Flow on point like a swordfish
I need all trash rap to forfeit
Every beat I touch make the morgue's list
Mike bout to be on the Forbes list
Jeff got the flame like the torch lit
And we was raised to box like a forklift

Oh, yeah, so watch how you handle a king
Swear to God in my school days
I wasn't too saved
I blew Jay's no Canada team
Oh, yeah now the manner which I use my country grammer
Make em' speak in tongues like panda

Oh, they believe in me like Santa
Oh, got the juice like Tropicana
Oh, my partners touch more white than vana
Oh, hopefully they meet Hosanna
Oh, me and Fat the coldest tandem
Oh, mamma low-key want a phantom
Oh, me and Reeks be hella random
Oh, they should play this like the anthem
Oh, they should play this like the anthem

And it ain't no lie
And we down to ride
We create the tide