Ridin
[Hook: Drake]
Ridin through the city with my high beams on
Plottin,Plottin through the city with my high beams on
So I’m Ridin through the city with my high beams on
Can you see me can you see me get your Visine on. 2X

[ Verse 1]
In a world where the liquor ain't cheap
Play your cards right and the dollars come free
Keep your rhymes tight ball out out for a fee cuz

Its just mic and hoop dreams
And get rich quick schemes
To feed the dope fiends and rep the home team
Throne is old G’s
Who sold and dole keys who died on their feet yelling C.R.E.A.M

Mind fuzed in a daze
Amused by the muse enthused by false trues
A fool with a word or two with lost rules
Tunes you can pop the top and rock to
In a world where Jah rules
I’m just tryna curve the clap back so I got the nerve to attack when you push back
A young a nigga in a volks with the seat back


Tell me what you know about dreams
Tell me about never living your life in hindsight
Do something crazy you’re here for one night
Andre 3 stacks just give me the green light

On sight with your heat tucked pennies and a scheme
Doing wrong will make you feel right
Squeeze on a trigger to take a mans life
Its the same damn songs the wrongs that we write

See these gangs are for kids
Who ain't make the team
With low self esteem
And no hopes or dreams

Chase the american dream
With a full head of steam
And your lungs full of weed
See now I’m ridin through the city with my high beams on
Can you see me can you see me get your Visine on so I'm ridin
[Hook: Drake]
Ridin through the city with my high beams on
Plottin, Plottin through the city with my high beams on
So I’m Ridin through the city with my high beams on
Can you see me can you see me get your visine on. 2X

[Verse 2]

Whats 25 to life if it ain't worth livin
Never talk to  God cuz you ain’t wanna be forgiven
Sitting locked up while the world spinnin damn

Reminisce on your days of the dealing
Think about every single life you were stealing
Funny how the haze turned out so vivid
Now you count days in the land of the livid

Cuz there ain't shit worse than a nigga with nothing to lose
Letting the chopper sing his blues
Popping off niggas like two by two
You’re homeboy cool
But who brung you?
Live fast
Die young
Smoke grass
Buy guns (Ridin Ridin)
Relax throw ones
But it ain't last cuz of where we from
See my nigga got popped seven times with a K
And when he got out they hit him the next day
Two more to the body the nigga behind the shotty
Was a man, with a plan for them bands and that rari

Once somebody man’s drop ain't no saying sorry
Now his 9 lives still breath in his body
Ride through the city he the life of the party
And if you tryna step nigga you and what army?

Never came in this game for some change or a range
Tell me why the truth always sounds so strange
A lot of yall niggas just in it for the fame
But that alone can’t keep a grown man sane
Ridin through the city Ridin Ridin through the city with some darker yesterdays and bright tomorrows Ridin with

[Outro]
Stand clear of the closing doors please