No Destination (Ridin')
(Ayo Termula nigga do that shit again man)
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going
Let my mind steer the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking
Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing
And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling
I'm like why, do I feel so fucking worthless, how did I end up like this?
I'ma try, to keep my head above the water, I ain't trying to swim with fish
I realized I lost myself, I got to caught up in the mix
Hitting licks, swinging sticks, shit just posting in the bricks
I got mud under my cleats, I got blood on side my kicks
I know who down for a homi', I know who gon' take them risks
I could went to college, lived a normal life, and had fun
But instead I choose to run the streets, and hang out in the slums
Feel I made the best decision, most would probably say i'm dumb
I give all that I could give, and then get treated like i'm scum
If I show you love or loyalty, please don't make me regret it
I ain't good at expressing feelings, so I say it then I meant it
Took my heart from my out chest, you gambled it away and bet it
I let sleeping dogs lie, but love for you I had to dead it
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going
Let my mind steer the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking
Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing
And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling
I'm just driving in the rain
By myself, i'm trying to maintain
Late night and on my brain
Revenge and murder, I don't feel no shame
Yeah that bitch ass boy got a motor mouth
Bring the static to him then load 'em out
407 O-Town, the lower south
I was raised out there, and showed 'em out
I'ma dog I ain't got no foaming mouth
I put your ass up, get floated out
He allergic to smoke, got a swollen mouth
I ain't dropping names, they ain't knowed about
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going
Let my mind stear the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking
Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing
And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going
Let my mind steer the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking
Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing
And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling
I'm like why, do I feel so fucking worthless, how did I end up like this?
I'ma try, to keep my head above the water, I ain't trying to swim with fish
I realized I lost myself, I got to caught up in the mix
Hitting licks, swinging sticks, shit just posting in the bricks
I got mud under my cleats, I got blood on side my kicks
I know who down for a homi', I know who gon' take them risks
I could went to college, lived a normal life, and had fun
But instead I choose to run the streets, and hang out in the slums
Feel I made the best decision, most would probably say i'm dumb
I give all that I could give, and then get treated like i'm scum
If I show you love or loyalty, please don't make me regret it
I ain't good at expressing feelings, so I say it then I meant it
Took my heart from my out chest, you gambled it away and bet it
I let sleeping dogs lie, but love for you I had to dead it
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going
Let my mind steer the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking
Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing
And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling
I'm just driving in the rain
By myself, i'm trying to maintain
Late night and on my brain
Revenge and murder, I don't feel no shame
Yeah that bitch ass boy got a motor mouth
Bring the static to him then load 'em out
407 O-Town, the lower south
I was raised out there, and showed 'em out
I'ma dog I ain't got no foaming mouth
I put your ass up, get floated out
He allergic to smoke, got a swollen mouth
I ain't dropping names, they ain't knowed about
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm ri-ide, riding
Ayy i'm riding, I ain't got no destination, where i'm going
Let my mind stear the wheel, calm my nerves, because i'm smoking
Hit ten over the speed limit, not in rush, but I ain't slowing
And of course I got be strapped, locked and loaded, and i'm rolling
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Writer(s): Jordan Riggs
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