Ride Alone
[Intro]
It’s one thing to be empowered by rage at the loss of your friend
It’s something extraordinary to be empowered by his return
I sense how strong you’ve all become
And I appreciate your help but I need to finish this alone
Ya dig?
[Verse]
Chasing clout by the coattails
Try running wind through your whole sails, sex sells
What they say the host say
Got these kills like (?) wholesale
Like we guilty of the crime between rhymes, oh well
Posted up with no bail, yo
Useless connections tie your mind lines up
Hope can spring from anyplace
Something I’m down for finding
Posted like Commie ‘pon the lookout
Potholes love to pop up in this life shit
Shoot your shot, don’t get cooked up in the box kid (lookout)
Yo
Play the train games with Jake
For some measly grams, the things I do for fame
This could be a while or I could make it a minute
Let me check how I’m feeling It’s how I know how it’s looking
I’m not feeding into that back of the bus shit
You come a long way from being hidden in public
That’s what I’d wanna say
But that’s some other shit (that’s some other shit yo)
You come a long way
From doing donuts on a circular circuit
You speak up about your pay cut, but
You still accept the peanuts, bruh
Colonize it calmly, got a foot in your ass
A hand on your bread, a eye over your shoulder
Gotta get ahead
Niggas die tryna coordinate when it’s cool to come over
The weight is too steep, falls dragged on
Please try to face a true (?)
Before we never be singing that song
Lest the tip we hit is deathless
And fuck a last breath
My words are some final ones
Render you breathless
I flip off the sky and laugh, at some limits
How to ground your peak, we not finished
Pigeon-holing again
Thinking anything, bunch of ignorant shows
I don’t know, you a flea from the cradle bro
This is how I know
Your best idea was a low blow
To your own bros
Reconfigure this
I’mma definitely go
I be too exhausted to scrap
Let alone rip raps
Saving files that I probably should have scrapped
Story of my life on wax
Smoking on lightning and waiting for the thunder to do another lap
Experience begets the contingency success
I’m up 50, down in the funnel with the vision from a ton of tunnels, yo
Your focus is fortified
You the fox in the box, not the sly kind
The type to get pumped in a drive by
When we drive through
All five of your best guys is my guys
Going up against the kid is like suicide
Or downing cyanide
You’re welcome to try
Shop fly guy
Just remember you on thin ice
It’s either you or I and it’s not me tonight
So you should think thrice
You the gullible type
Getting (?) tatted
Yeah you nice, but we nicer, nigga
Yeah you hype, but we hyper, nigga
GRIP
Over all things
[Outro]
And I tell you that shit as many times as I have to
If you niggas would get it’s not a fucking game
Stupid