Ridin Slow

It's ten o' clock in the PM
niggas grilling me, feel like it's hating season
they be moving with no rhyme or no reason
Steve saying keep my eyes open so I can see them
soft spoken unless I have a reason
bless those provoking him because looks could be deceiving
just another day in my life, on the weekend
two feet in the water but I'm never sinking
and I'm thinking about the problems that keep mounting up
both sets of parents in the struggle, I ain't got enough
money get them out of ruts
that's why I do this rapping stuff
plus I guess it keeps away the stress knowing I'm good enough
but being good enough don't get you out the hood unless
you adjust, find a way to win because there's a few of us
some are tougher than others, just how we grew up
and some wont amount to shit because they don't give a fuck

Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe's, all I know
riding slow, sitting low, getting doe, getting doe
Repeat 2X

I don't really want to come down
it's so lonely when I come down
staring out my hotel window
visions in my mind fit the vibe like a tempo
only shedding tears for my ken folk
so if you next of ken, swear to god I got a tear for ya
bottle my emotions like a beer for ya
get intoxicated on emotions I've endeared towards ya
shit, I think I make it quite clear for ya
no one's near in this hemisphere, a loner
is what I am, I play the cards in my hand
never care for the jokers, I'm a serious man
frivolous speech, you delirious fan
everyday winning, you watch the game from the stands
live in the negative, you a pessimist man
you niggas bitch like only feminists can

Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe's, all I know
riding slow, sitting low, getting doe, getting doe
Repeat 2X

Thinking back on some niggas who died
I'm talking Charlie and Jeremy and wondering why
every new day could be the end of my life
I say rest in peace, keeping my head high
count my blessings as my life's manifesting
please forgive my aggressions
this life we live is a lesson
I go, hand swings and toe toe with the devil
lay down for no man, shit you could call me a rebel
I, roll with the base, I ride the beat on it's treble
vocal chords are mellow so keep adjusting my level
momma taught me never to settle so
navigate through life foot on the peddle
mind on my money clip
hold tight to my money shit
because when I get the money cold days turn to sunny quick
educate you about this money shit
put no bitch before your money unless you want it spent

Riding slow, sitting low, getting doe's, all I know
riding slow, sitting low, getting doe, getting doe
Repeat 2X



Credits
Writer(s): Milton Hollins, Clyde Moore
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