paroles de chanson Something To Ride To - Joe Budden
Shit
Check
I
always
said
that
when
I
make
it,
there's
no
going
back
To
where
the
toasters
clap,
and
we
can
toast
to
that
Them
niggas
hate
seeing
me,
I'm
like
an
open
scab
I'm
OT
in
a
Cabana
with
an
open
tab
I'm
in
the
cut
though,
not
too
many
notice
me
I'm
strictly
baritone,
I
play
it
low
key
While
in
New
York,
they'll
say
I'm
crazy
like
Rodman
was
In
Jersey,
I'm
what
Petrović,
Dražen
was
Politically
incorrect,
fuck
being
proper
'Cause
all
the
faces
looking
real
like
the
Fila
Prada's
And
it
seems
like
data
main
niggas
seeing
dollars
Just
let
me
get
that
off
my
chest,
so
I
don't
need
a
spotter
Maybe
now
I
see
why
Marvin
just
needed
to
holler
And
if
you
know
me,
treat
a
hurdle
like
I'm
Iguodala
Raisin'
the
bar,
fucking
with
the
stakes
He'll
get
you
that
type
of
fame
that
your
publicist
will
hate
So
we
can
get
the
goons
involved
and
have
the
triggers
squirting
But
since
I'm
well
endowed,
I'll
be
the
bigger
person
Throwing
darts
at
a
Mozart,
you
won't
go
far
Trying
to
help
kill
a
legend,
ask
Solar
Nah,
this
ain't
something
to
ride
to
It's
more
like
shit
you
get
inspired
to
See
I
can
do
anything
I
desire
to
As
long
as
the
earth's
round
and
the
sky's
blue
Nigga
this
ain't
somethin'
to
ride
to
This
is
shit
that
you
pop
pills
get
high
to
This
a
warrior's
anthem
for
survival
This
is
mood
music,
that's
what
I
do,
check
it
(voulez-vous)
Nah,
this
ain't
somethin'
to
ride
to
It's
more
like
shit
for
you
to
survive
to
Roll
a
blunt
do
whatever
you
decide
to
To
celebrate
my
return,
I'm
sorry
that
I
deprived
you
Left
you
with
tales
of
quick
riches,
thick
bitches
Small
timers
talking
that
big
business
is
fictitious
No
rhymers,
slow
grinders,
that
mo'
blind
us
With
skills
so
vagina,
relying
on
co-signers
Now
they
mad
at
me,
I
keep
going
hard
repping
'Cause
what's
a
Rampage
to
Rashad
Evans
That
mouth
still
haul
off,
we'll
shoot
at
the
tires
And
you
ride
until
the
wheels
fall
off,
check
it
I
spent
my
youth
in
prison
I
thought
to
get
the
401K's
a
nigga
had
to
do
some
pitching
But
now
I'm
growing
up,
they
say
I'm
too
different
They
tell
me
I've
changed,
I
say
that
you
didn't
Nah,
this
ain't
something
to
ride
to
It's
more
like
shit
you
get
inspired
to
See
I
can
do
anything
I
desire
to
As
long
as
the
earth's
round
and
the
sky's
blue
Nigga
this
ain't
somethin'
to
ride
to
This
is
shit
that
you
pop
pills
and
get
high
to
This
a
warrior's
anthem
for
survival
This
is
mood
music,
that's
what
I
do
(voulez-vous)
Honestly
this
past
year's
been
a
burden
on
me
Unfinished
product,
God
is
still
working
on
me
But
shout
to
old
girl,
she's
never
to
blame
The
way
she
swallowed
had
me
thinking
that
I
never
came
With
me
at
the
funeral,
with
me
at
the
wake
Black
dress,
black
shades,
strictly
for
my
sake
Our
little
man's
two,
to
him
it's
all
a
surprise
I
can't
explain
death
when
he
don't
understand
life
See
grandma
passed,
about
a
week
before
mother's
day
Forgive
me,
I
was
worried
about
my
mother
Faye
Bad
as
it
sounds,
wouldn't
have
it
any
other
way
She
was
so
ill,
death
could
have
only
been
her
escape
(Talk)
and
gotta
mask
how
that
make
me
feel
(why?)
Since
the
streets
is
only
asking
about
a
Shady
deal
If
I
knew
now
what
tomorrow
was
gonna
teach
me
And
I
told
you
in
advance,
you
probably
wouldn't
believe
me
Nah,
this
ain't
something
to
ride
to
It's
more
like
shit
you
get
inspired
to
See
I
can
do
anything
I
desire
to
As
long
as
the
earth's
round
and
the
sky's
blue
Nigga
this
ain't
somethin'
to
ride
to
This
is
shit
that
you
pop
pills
and
get
high
to
This
a
warrior's
anthem
for
survival
This
is
mood
music,
that's
what
I
do
(voulez-vous)
Solomon
Hey
Let's
finish
We're
now
bullshitting
Voulez-vous,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah

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