Chris Webby - Ride On lyrics

[Verse 1] See now my cup is full, my vibe is boosted My fate is undecided, but it's going down the way that I choose it Living life up on the stage and it's like I'm on display And the fans coming through when they know every word to the songs that I f**ing play Bang the speakers out blood sweat and tears are leaking out Girls in the crowd are freaking out, labels reaching out Buzz is peaking now, when I'm doing everything I dreamed about Man, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long one And now they ain't ready for this crazy white boy Running through the rap game like Donkey Kong Cause I be super smashing them I'm back with a rap attack I'm homegrown and I grew the roots and it's about damn time that I flew the coop So mother f**er let me show you what this dude could do Going through the roof and I'm gonna hold my own CT down to the bones, so anywhere I'm going you know I'm coming back Cause as they always say, there's no place like home so then I'm gone [Hook] Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down I just hop up in the driver's seat and Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go We be riding, we be riding We be riding, yeah we be riding on [Verse 2] I'm here to do my thang, so what you really know about that sh** Good kid in a f**ed up game, suitcase still packed from the last trip Light this and I feel alright, turned around my life Started from the bottom, now I'm in the middle Sitting first cla** on a flight and I still got fight As long as I got a mic I'll recite the type of hype sh** that'll spark ignite And set the world on fire when I give it a light You never heard of one like this in your life because I go so hard Got these bars on me, baby, I'm a super star and the ba** go roar Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car R-R-Roger that the rhyme is back , stepping on the gas pedal when I ride a track Real sh**, anybody that deny the facts, f** you, ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody got time for that sh**, the same kid crashing Datpiff Is back to the smack the world off it's axis I'm in the game now, you better go home and practice Firework in the sky b**h, get so high, f** around and hit a pilot I'm just feeling like it really is my time, this rhyme sh** ain't for the weak Don't try this, at home if you ain't ready for the life, this game brings to you whether or not you like it So I'm telling you all the ups and downs so you can see the world I'm in, looking through my eyelids [Hook] [Verse 3: Rittz] I came close to being known as the guy that coulda made it Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate it Feeling like the only loser that my parents pro-created Watching homies that a**ociated with me blowin' Waited for my turn in the light, [?] was so belated I was jaded, when I made it, it was hard to believe Even harder for me not to wear my heart on my sleeve While people judging me in the public {?} The comments underneath my video, my skin had to thicken up It's hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me that my music got them through when they were feeling like giving up He's standing right in front of me and tearin' up Cause he in love with his girlfriend and they breaking up He waking up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blow Playin' "Wishin'" and "Sleep at Night" like 20 times in a row Mouthing the lyrics when they hear it getting hype at the show, I love it Ain't got no money, but I'm getting through Gotta remind myself time to time when I get in a depressing mood I'm getting paper, slayin' beats and help out the [?] Look at my dressing room 1,000 miles away they want an autograph He said he like my deep records and my party tracks I scribbled thanks across the bottom half It's Rittz and Chris Webby, you ready, let's hit the launching pad, let's fly [Hook x2]