[Refrain]
I ride for my n***as, dawg, I ride for my n***as
I slide for my n***as, dawg, I ride for my n***as, dawg
(Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg)
I ride for my n***as
[Couplet 1 - Rick Ross]
Damn, life's so short
f**, I don't wanna go to court
f** it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
f** it, I'm on the run for the month
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil n***as thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin money, that's in any n***a category
Double M, I got G's out in California
[Refrain]
[Couplet 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with n***as like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with n***as like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up, n***a, that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back then if a n***a reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n***as reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some sh** like that? You never know
Million dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap n***a
I tell that b**h it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my n***a I hate it had to be him
b**h you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(b**h you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "f** it", I'm tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her a** out in public
Ordered her the filet told 'em bu*terfly it she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin my pinnacle, you and p**y identical
You like the f**ing finish line, we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherf**er getting mine off rap with my n***as
[Refrain]
[Couplet 3 : French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dog
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog
Dwight Howard on the post, dog
My n***as got the powder through the post, dog
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
n***as lost mills tryna beat the Feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big a** crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my n***a Max 7-5
Then gave my n***a Penthouse another 30
f** it, got me thinking like I'm 7-5
Damn, n***a ain't even seen 30
[Refrain]