Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride, artist - Quality Control. Album song Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Ride |
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 |