Ride - Quality Control, Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez

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,

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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