[Lyric] Ride (Rage (NG))

[Verse 1]
It’s Friday morning
Hanging with goons, Buddha subduing the room
And I’m influenced by the booming stoner tunes, my mind’s brooding off
That Cudi spazzing, we jamming, fuck it, the mood is moving
I’m losing my righteousness soon and the blunt passed, I can’t refuse it
Celebrating what I just hit, a nigga said
Just catch your breath and get the long drag, this ain't no cigarette
Before you know I had passed the class, a natural
Hide the smell then settle, we flying vibes unimaginable
How could I know the show was only beginning ?
My homey told me some Henny was needed to get it spinning
I listened, began sipping, before I know it, it’s dripping of my lips
I want more, fuck, I’m staggering at the kitchen door
Needless to say I missed it. I’m on that dank
And I’m diving in pools of liquor, pass out, wake up, drank
Drank, baked up, drank. Not giving a fuck, drank...
When it’s over, my bros are still the ones to thank

[Hook]
Twenty bottles in the whip, Yeah we on it, true legit
Nothing new nigga, that's just how we ride
And if these bitches tryna fuck with the crew, they know what to do
Nothing new nigga, that's just how we ride
That's just how we ride, just how we ride
Nigga ain't nothing new, that's just how we ride
That's how we ride, just how we ride
Nigga it's nothing new, that's just how we–
[Verse 2]
It’s Friday evening
I have to say, I’m surprised that all happened in half a day
We have to have a party today, and fuck it we’ll have our way
Stomach turning from alcohol right beside me
After all, the toke I smoked is burning inside me, let’s have a ball
It’s time for wylin’, we hit the island, the ride is packed
Two niggas in front but like six of them stacked in the back
In the name of knacks, don’t panic, traffic is classic
A homey instructed me on how to hit these bitches tactical
Tell em you're a rapper, freestyle like you did this afternoon, she’ll have to swoon
And you know what happens soon as you grab a room
Va-va-voom. Land the party at ten thirty
The curfew is ten, but two hours over time couldn’t hurt me right ?
The vibe’s euphoric, pretty girls in little dresses address us like we impress em
Lucky they ain't learned their lesson (ha)
Find an ass, we grind and pass, with no regretting
Nauseous homeys acting raucous in the setting, Jehovah bless em

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It’s Saturday at an unknown hour
I reminisce on how I swayed onto the premises last night
Parents weren’t home, and I reaped the benefit
Devil red eyes, hard to find your levels when you’re high as fuck
And slightly drunk, night time’s when I erupt, yup
Now I'm yawning, body aching
Got me saying ‘I’m taking a break’ but I guess my conscience must be mistaken bruh
Cuz I’m addicted to the vibe and I’ma ride with my niggas
Until the demons depicted have been evicted
I check my bag to find somebody stashed the ashes of a Pall Mall
And two Alomo bottles with the caps on and all
Rid the evidence and evidently we are ready for yet another event
At one hunna percent
Gunnin’ with niggas I can rely
Ask em who the baddest in the room and they know how to reply
It’s Ride, Die or get the fuck out, everybody’s a shooter
So any Judas will be executed, that’s just how we do it
[Hook]

[Outro]
Yo.. real niggas put your hands in the air one time
Hands in the air if you know you finna ride
In the motherfucking air if you ride to you die
Though I do this to live, Ride