Ride
What the fuck is real what's fam and what's a friend
Why do they use the word ride if they ain't riding till the end
I watched my momma raise a hundred girls and a hundred men
Then why was I the only one with her on her last days at her dying bed
That's why conversating with these niggas don't make sense
Unless it's about some in-home banking credit whipping beamer or Benz
Stocking up own hell a guns buying land in Decentral and then gig
Mana all up in my stock rising Ethereum help me win
Thirty different accounts open sea ho comfortably spend
My nigga gone for fifteen years but on my soul I got his kids
Tryna make thirty days account for what they accomplish in a year
Got to lot that depend on me that's why I stay strapped chopper my best friend
I like to walk down on them I don't need to spin
Stand for everything I believe in protecting what we did
And I could never loose when bitch we already win
They tried to knock me off again but trauma make me who I am
What the fuck is real what's fam and what's a friend
Why do they use the word ride if they ain't riding till the end
I watched my momma raise a hundred girls and a hundred men
Then why was I the only one with her on her last days at her dying bed
Why do they use the word ride if they ain't riding till the end
I watched my momma raise a hundred girls and a hundred men
Then why was I the only one with her on her last days at her dying bed
That's why conversating with these niggas don't make sense
Unless it's about some in-home banking credit whipping beamer or Benz
Stocking up own hell a guns buying land in Decentral and then gig
Mana all up in my stock rising Ethereum help me win
Thirty different accounts open sea ho comfortably spend
My nigga gone for fifteen years but on my soul I got his kids
Tryna make thirty days account for what they accomplish in a year
Got to lot that depend on me that's why I stay strapped chopper my best friend
I like to walk down on them I don't need to spin
Stand for everything I believe in protecting what we did
And I could never loose when bitch we already win
They tried to knock me off again but trauma make me who I am
What the fuck is real what's fam and what's a friend
Why do they use the word ride if they ain't riding till the end
I watched my momma raise a hundred girls and a hundred men
Then why was I the only one with her on her last days at her dying bed
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Writer(s): Kelvin Jenkins
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