Ridin' With the Realest

They wanna talk about a flex
They wanna talk about who next
They wanna talk about a check
I let them do the talkin I'm just comin for they neck
Inside all black outside too
Ridin' thru the city always reppin' big blue
I'm the one they contact, I'm the go-to
Rockin' skinny jeans always checks on my shoes
White boy so clean no tattoos
She tell me she love me & I'm like "oh, true"
I'm up in the kitchen like I'm cheffin' up some stew
Steady with the chop Put the hate all in a pot
Mix it in the broth man I'm feedin' off these opps
Let it cool off cuz the flow too hot
Yo girl wanna ride ain't talkin bout a drop
So I started on the bottom but I finished on top

Ridin' with the realest
I said you ridin' with the realest
On the mic I'm the illest
E'rybody vibin' tell me how they ain't gon' feel us
Ridin' with the realest
I said you ridin' with the realest
On the mic I'm the illest
E'rybody vibin' tell me how they ain't gon' feel us

Finger lickin' flow call it KFC
And I got the sauce, watch it drip on me
Ever since I dropped they want the recipe.
Wanna see about it? Come to Kentucky
8-5-9 is where I reside, and
Ain't no lie man these girls are fine, and
Don't know why I still ain't been signed,
But yo I think I need to holla at Finis White one time
Hop on 64 to the 5-0-2
When I'm in the Ville they still fuck with dude
Pourin' up that brown liquor - least a hundred proof
Never met young Tiller but tonight we gettin' loose
Say it don't slap, man you know that's cap
She drop it Harlow but she don't know Jack
Escargot she like, "yo, what's that?"
I got her in the whip now she just wanna go fast

Ridin' with the realest
I said you ridin' with the realest
On the mic I'm the illest
E'rybody vibin' tell me how they ain't gon' feel us
Ridin' with the realest
I said you ridin' with the realest
On the mic I'm the illest
E'rybody vibin' tell me how they ain't gon' feel us



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Writer(s): John Cox
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