Lyrics Ride Out - Meek Mill

Yeah, yeah I never had a role model I was loading gold hollows in my
Little Glock-40 A little shorty,
Heart colder than December in the morning And I think it was December
When they swarmed me Nigga's is jealous Fuck can they tell us With
Them dreams they try sell us Probably why I'm rebellious To the fraud
Niggas, I lost niggas when I got paper It's like more money I made
They got faker And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your
Top hater Wanna roll up and smoke you like top paper Damn,
What a feeling when you and you're homie chilling and You know he got
Thoughts of probably robbing and killing you Momma said don't ever,
Ever let them belittle you Instead wait for them haters because
They'll riddle you Last year was like a bad year Even though I
Touched more paper than a cashier Small sucker,
I ain't never really around squares They say it levels to this shit,
You niggas downstairs Different floors for different bosses Different
Tours on different jets,
My niggas saw Different city with different bitches and different
Whores Sometimes I look in the mirror,
Meek Milly that shit cold Look at your arm, check out your neck,
Look at your charm And to think my niggas started off with cooking
Raw When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball I step back
For the three,
Watch it go swish and fall And that
Was A1, they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss They
Couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins,
I'm sticking soft Tried to pick me off like?
But I'm Randy Moss And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down,
Fuck clowns My heart getting cold Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way I think my heart getting colder,
My heart getting cold Told them I would make it one day Young lord
Knows Dedicated, de-terminated and disciplined When Diddy, Hova,
And Baby talking I'm listening When I be in the jungle the Devil be
Whispering Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling,
That was a close call Stand up nigga so I won't fall My teacher told
Me I would never go far Seen him last week,
He was my chauffeur I was like told y'all Mommy was a booster,
Daddy was a shooter So they couldn't blame me when I went and
Copped a Ruger Looking at my
Homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger '
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going I got your medulla
Oblongata, I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of If I don't get
He'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me Getting high even
Though it might derail me And I won't ever let
These bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
Times change like the Rollie did Now I'm killing these niggas the way
That Kobe did Ayo It gets fucked up when your own family start
Calling you up Shit,
Money's the root of all evil Family start telling you "you acting
Different nigga" You're goddamn right I'm acting different With all
This motherfucking money But then when it comes from your brother,
Your sister, your mother,
Your father That shit hurts you to the core man When they start
Acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you
Done grew up motherfucker They gave
Birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with them This money
Thing, this shit will fuck you up man You got to
Watch what you ask for You sure you want this son?
You sure you want this money?
You sure you want this fame?
You sure you want this power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit Yeah
Everybody want it, everybody need it,
Money motherfuckers Get money don't stop but I ain't mad
At them Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family,
We're all we got Don't let this money bring us down Shit,
Everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats lets go Uh,
Yeah And we started off as kids,
Stomach's touching our ribs And them streets all night like we ain't
Have nowhere to live I remember somedays we ain't have nothing but
Live Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give I
Ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles,
I ain't sip I let niggas shine
Bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them little hoes,
They was all on my dick And you main wanted to fuck me nigga,
I ain't hit Twenty chains, eight watches,
Can't fit on my wrist When I speak about them things I never said
It's my shit I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna
Ball nigga Like Kobe Bryant,
Meta Peace and Gasol nigga But i know just what I saw nigga It was
Envious, you looked sideways and I remembered it The reason that my
Heart's cold now on some December shit You used to give thanks for
Giving on some November shit Talking about the twenty-fifth,
Matter of fact the twenty-sixth Maybe it's the twenty-eighth,
Fuck it though my money's straight And as long Pop is probably
Smiling I'ma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot I've seen it,
I've seen it Jealousy in your eyes,
I swear that look was deceiving And I was surprised man I ain't want
To believe it You said you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean
It But yeah nigga I've seen it My heart getting cold Then the streets
Getting colder They said I would't make it no way I think my heart
Getting colder,
My heart getting cold Told them I
Would make it one day Young lord knows