EZ 2 Ride Witcha

EZ 2 Ride Witcha'

The things you would learn if you get in my brain
Black Kurt Cobane, yea you know it pertains
You can't live thru what I've gone through, you can't judge, who is you
You jab on me, you better bob, Ima do the fool
Ok I guess I'm rude, class clown, they all laughing
Started objectifying woman, I don't know what happen
Oh, yea it's the daughter that never was
The girl that she drug out my arms, she pulled the plug
Without a trace, like the last breath, my vitals steady, so never regress
But thru my life, had plenty regrets, I still intent on paying all my debts
Don't judge me at my worse, the only number count is 1st
I was born behind the 8 ball, grinding since birth
Don't make me come across the counter, counter punch ya, (bouncer)
Got the flow that spread across ya whole body, (cancer)
You don't like it approach, ima come at ya throat
Every rapper out claiming he the goat, or she the goat
it's murder she wrote, and you buzzards are dying
Since the birth of cancel culture, low fruit, high flying
And still nobody in Austin ever made it mainstream
I guess I picked the wrong team, or the team don't mean a thing
And the singers gon' sing, politicians gon' politic
Bam gon' live his life for the plight of the finer shit
Uncle Sam gon' garnish it, white man gon' tarnish it
Incarceration cross the nation still lopsided
The truth bouta to get out, and Bam gon' Provide it
Sit and listen this edition you can ride wit...

(Laugh)

(Yea, you know you can ride wit)

(It's so easy)

It's so easy to just ride with you
Ride witcha, builded a bond witcha
Thru the glory and the pain reality hitcha
Ride with you...
We don' spent so many years correcting the picture
We don' cast so many tears, they want ya they getcha
The richa get richa, separation get thicka
Talking ain't moving, they so follow the leader
I stand on my own, kingdom wit a throne
I got my ace boon coon married to the bone

I wish that I could be with you now
(Like 24 - 7)
When you're not here, you live in my head
(Like an angel sent from heaven... (Yea)
I wish I could see the world thru your eyes
Oooooh, them beautiful blues
Never settle for less, chose me instead... (Yea)
Choose me, choose me

It's so easy to just ride with you
Ride witcha, builded a bond witcha
Thru the glory and the pain reality hitcha
Ride with you...
We don spent so many years correcting the picture
We don' cast so many tears, they want ya they getcha
The richa get richa, separation get thicka
Talking ain't moving, they so follow the leader
I stand on my own, kingdom wit a throne
I got my ace boon coon married to the bone



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Writer(s): Bobby Johns
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