| Ridin' |
| Tryna survive it |
| Liquor so dark (dark) |
| And the club so lit (lit) |
| And my mind so gone (gone) |
| And my soul so sick (sick) |
| Went searching for myself |
| And I ain’t find shit |
| Ah, shit |
| Why everywhere I go it turn into some shit! |
| Ridin' |
| She ridin' (where you goin'?!) |
| Went searching for myself |
| And I ain’t find shit |
| Ah shit |
| Why everywhere I go it turn into some shit |
| Dark clouds surround you everywhere you go |
| I know the type |
| You only attract violent, self esteem issue kinda types |
| Club wit your children, 5th of liquor and skittiwee |
| Try to run that game on me but baby you shit’n me |
| Same hemoglobin, family tree, I know you very well |
| We all got somebody in our family that we can’t save from hell |
| Pressure, pain, memories of bad thangs you been through |
| Cried so many tears is surprising you ain’t mildewed |
| Look at me |
| Ya can’t do it |
| You know that Imma gon' see thru it |
| Running wit them funny folk |
| We know they won’t see to ya |
| Loved ones gon ride wit ya |
| Don’t turn your back on me |
| Truth hurt, I know it do but, please don’t lie to me |
| Good or bad I’m here for ya, that’s what you call family |
| The world going crazy, it’s easy lose to lose your sanity |
| Looking for a way out, see you beefing wit des rah rahs |
| Searching for yourself, I see you nightly when you drive by |
| This nigga, that nigga, don’t matter if they holla |
| You let em in, next thing you gotta another baby Dada |
| Circling, circling, riding, smoking, ya high too |
| Tryna find the voice that can tell you where to find you |
| Went searching for myself |
| And I ain’t find shit |
| Ah, shit |
| Why everywhere I go it turn into some shit! |
| Ridin' |
| She ridin' (where you goin'?!) |
| Went searching for myself |
| And I ain’t find shit |
| Ah shit |
| Why everywhere I go it turn into some shit |
| Brain scattered like showers, I’m losing power |
| My mind is starting to fuck wit me |
| Dealing wit lots of feelings, depression becoming publicly |
| Luckily Im in line, I’ll be damn if a nigga cuttin' me |
| Climb a mountain for mo' |
| No safety, or rush for me |
| Take a shuttle to space |
| Space is never enough for me |
| Peddlin' by the moon they assuming someone abducted me |
| Judging me by the day, Aliens criticizing |
| Know why you hate to watch ‘cuz my timing is hypnotizing |
| They tell me, shoot for the stars |
| May need to cop me a rifle |
| Changing like choir boy on that day he forgot his bible |
| Never try to adjust you just fuckin' try to complain |
| And I try to do not like you, in my view we ain’t the same |
| Monthly collectin' mo' the feelin' how Im vibin' |
| Everything for the ones I love got my mind ridin' |
| Turbulence, hopefully my wings hold |
| Good wishes and prayers we gon need those |
| 8:07 PM on the dot |
| Party round the way if you tryna catch a ride |
| Don’t matter what you wear ain’t no code for da night |
| Just hurry up tho, we all tryna slide |
| Girls in free, boys pay the 5 |
| My Back seat full, everybody let’s ride |
| Turn the volume way up high yo, that’s jam she spit that «ahhh» |
| If a cop knock everybody shhh drop |
| Hide the liquor, we don’t wanna get popped |
| Mr officer is there a problem? |
| This was a just a small get together |
| I understand we can help you solve it |
| No problem, we’ll turn down the volume |
| No, problem, we’ll turn down the volume |
| No, problem, we’ll turn down the volume |
| Turn it up, up |
| Turn it up, up |
| Turn it up, up |
| Turn it up, up |