When We Ride

When we ride, I promise I'm be real with you aiight
When we ride, I promise I won't get you too fried
When we ride, I promise you'll forget about the time
When we ride, I'm keepin' it a stack, bonafide

Homie jump up in my ride, hold this baggie riiight
Break it down fine, I'll fold this paper in no time
We baking cookies with cookies we gone be fried
We speak on topics n things

Often wondering what the future gone bring
All the while praying for health 'n each other's prosperity
Real nigga, the type, that lately seem a rarity
Anything I said to him or anything he said to me
Stickin' by the homie code perpetually
You ain't seen or heard nothing
Keep it locked, confidentiality
You spot one of us, the other ones auxiliary
Catch a case for my bro, or go down as accessory

When we ride, I promise I'm be real with you aiight
When we ride, I promise I won't get you too fried
When we ride, I promise you'll forget about the time
When we ride, I'm keepin' it a stack, bonafide

Say that's my homie, that's my bro
Support a nigga dreams
Support a nigga when the cash flow get low
Smoke you up even tho I'm runnin' out of dope
Say that's my dawg that's my bro
Nigga throwin' Wavyy up at all my shows
We laugh together n we strife
Puffin kush n drinking sprite
Instrumentals through the night
Have conversations bout life
Spittin' bout sneakers n views
How they see us in the news
Where we discuss how people like us
Often demonized, even ostracized
Even though there's people
Committing organized genocide
Yet my people stay departmentalized
Because the news made em desensitized
This my ambitions as a ridah

When we ride, I promise I'm be real with you aiight
When we ride, I promise I won't get you too fried
When we ride, I promise you'll forget about the time
When we ride, I'm keepin it a stack, bonafide



Credits
Writer(s): Milton Mac Intosh
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