Ride
Yea
Uh aw uh aw aww
(Cut me down a little bit)
Look
Okay I'm really something
I got it jumping
They know its me
The run on style smooth as butter
And Gold cutlery
Could run mile
In my same shoes
But couldn't fuck with me
The son of how?
Fucking winning like its my destiny
The son of now
Difference is live by the crest of me
A gun will blaow
Make his people value whats left of him
Most my nigguhs died
Due to medical negligence
Put family in a casket
Like they work at the morgue
They gone make this life harder
Like you was begging for more
So when I say that its your fault
I hope you hearing me pour
The truth into a glass
Let's just mix it with this beat
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow it's still sweet
Something fresh on my
Feet
My Queen on
Fleek
Pockets knotted up
But my mind still deep
Plant based how I eat
It's Gold on me
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow it's still sweet
Yea Yea
I say I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
I know I'm dropping heat
But it sound so sweet
Like baby girl talking bout her day
Tell me what it is
See
She gone land at 8
And Imma scoop her from the port and shit
We gone stop for brunch
And she gone find a new spot to hit
Imma roll 2 jays
Smoke one and take the other with
In case we out too long
And the setting fit to hit a spliff
Make a wish
Open yo eyes
Now go get that shit
Your dreams not waiting
And somebody will take that shit
Do that shit now
Dim yo chances
When you sit and wait
If you don't have one
Pray you shown a new way to shift
Steer right from whats left
Or calculate the risks
Get caught up in the mix and snitch
They taking off your top and shit
It's something fresh on my
Feet
My Queen on
Fleek
Pockets knotted up
But my mind still deep
Plant based how I eat
It's Gold on me
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow it's still sweet
Yea
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
I say I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
(Got damn, I mean Siaffa you killed this beat!)
Uh aw uh aw aww
(Cut me down a little bit)
Look
Okay I'm really something
I got it jumping
They know its me
The run on style smooth as butter
And Gold cutlery
Could run mile
In my same shoes
But couldn't fuck with me
The son of how?
Fucking winning like its my destiny
The son of now
Difference is live by the crest of me
A gun will blaow
Make his people value whats left of him
Most my nigguhs died
Due to medical negligence
Put family in a casket
Like they work at the morgue
They gone make this life harder
Like you was begging for more
So when I say that its your fault
I hope you hearing me pour
The truth into a glass
Let's just mix it with this beat
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow it's still sweet
Something fresh on my
Feet
My Queen on
Fleek
Pockets knotted up
But my mind still deep
Plant based how I eat
It's Gold on me
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow it's still sweet
Yea Yea
I say I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
I know I'm dropping heat
But it sound so sweet
Like baby girl talking bout her day
Tell me what it is
See
She gone land at 8
And Imma scoop her from the port and shit
We gone stop for brunch
And she gone find a new spot to hit
Imma roll 2 jays
Smoke one and take the other with
In case we out too long
And the setting fit to hit a spliff
Make a wish
Open yo eyes
Now go get that shit
Your dreams not waiting
And somebody will take that shit
Do that shit now
Dim yo chances
When you sit and wait
If you don't have one
Pray you shown a new way to shift
Steer right from whats left
Or calculate the risks
Get caught up in the mix and snitch
They taking off your top and shit
It's something fresh on my
Feet
My Queen on
Fleek
Pockets knotted up
But my mind still deep
Plant based how I eat
It's Gold on me
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow it's still sweet
Yea
I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
I say I know I'm dropping heat
But somehow its still sweet
(Got damn, I mean Siaffa you killed this beat!)
Credits
Writer(s): Tracy Lamont Morris, Siaffa Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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