Quality Control - Ride (feat. Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Ride (feat. Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy) - Quality Control feat. Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy



Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that probably Tago
Uh
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride
We tread spin, bullets flyin'
Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
Stevie Wonder ain't see his brothers die, he ain't feel my pain
He don't know my mama couldn't pay the light bill and I felt that pain
But Mark had died,
he wasn't breaking a dollar, but I tried to help him change
Interrogatin', I still wouldn't crack if I was on cocaine
Got this shit from out the projects, ain't no silver spoons
The morning after the night we slide only time we watch the news
I wanna comment on niggas' picture, but I just keep it cool
I know them pussy niggas bitches,
and they know it too, that's why I'm confused
I was stackin', gettin' money when I was in school
Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool
Lookin' up to rich niggas, let me rock they jewels
Got the game from real steppers, that's why I walk with tools
Never let these bitches knock me off my pivot, spin 'em
DM her best friend, I'm tryna get up in her, kill it
Rapping like an expert but I just be doin' it to blow off in it
Two thousand on all my denim, I'm always working, I'm never chillin'
Made a killing off a killing, put a million on his head
Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
Give a fuck 'bout he say, she say,
I don't wanna hear about what they said
And G5 just said he brought the pints, I'm through with sippin' red
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride
We tread spin, bullets flyin'
Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
I come from the bottom like the curb do
Got 'em in they feelings, it's so personal
Ride with that fire, can't let 'em swerve you
Gotta watch your own back, can't let 'em hurt you, haha
Shooters on the roof that'll murk you
And I, treat 'em like my son, like I birth you
When I was runnin' through the street, it was on curfew
And all them times I had him down, I could've murked you
Before I went and did my time in the feds
I was skippin' school that's why I was upset
I was trappin' on Sunset on the hill, I couldn't beg
Keep that fire by my side, yeah, you know I ain't scared, yeah
You know how I play it
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride
We tread spin, bullets flyin'
Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
Hit a one way, went to leave school, that's the only way to go
We stopped goin' to football practice, we found another way to score
See I'm tired of seein' my niggas in dirt, but they ain't from Chicago
And Billy died sober shootin' dice, hear what I'm sayin', I'm hollow
And my niggas went to snortin' coke, I remember pourin' up in Fanta
Asking God why that cat geeked, I don't never get no answers
I be wantin' to get my bros out that
slammer, but they ain't like Tyson Chandler
They play with it,
we gon' knock they lights out, watch 'em put down candles, hah
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride, yeah




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