Drew Williams - What's the 411/The Ride lyrics

[Introduction: What's the 411 PT. I, Produced by Amir Royale] [Acapella Intro] [Refrain] Feel the moment But think what you've forgotten God and gotten rotten (got it!) Just remembered a thought or two about it ('Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it) You ain't 'bout it If only you'd allow it (to grow) Louder, scream it louder I can't hear you! Louder! [Verse 1] I hate crowded rooms, I'm a little claustrophobic That's why I let my feelings out it in the open I don't like to hold them in Hate how it's been an hour I'm an hour clerk, I just count the time fly by While I'm sitting in my math cla** Man I hate cla**, but I still have it Ain't that ironic? [Interlude: The Ride, Produced by Drew Williams] [Segue] Girl, I got it going on, I got it going on What's the 411? What's the 411? I got it going on, I got it going on What's the 411? What's the 411? Girl, I got it going on, I got it going on What's the 411? What's the 411 hun? [Verse 1] You won't feel me till everybody Say they love you, but it's not love Bring it down an octave 'Cuz you're just another kid that the crew can get rid of They say be quiet and stay silent But you just staying loud, keeping proud 'Cuz you were taught that they were born to listen And that you were born to fix up all the broken n***as b**hing on the second level Who are you to try? These n***as lost their lives? Well, I just thought I'd offer one You won't feel me till one of your ex girls gets knocked up She says she took a step but he took it further Thinks he ain't mean to hurt her, she says shes certain But now its been a month, so now she has her doubts Yeah she has her doubts and you have your doubts 'Cuz you warned her bout the route she's taking See you always have advice, so you always giving But they don't ever listen, they just pat you on your back And say they "feel you", n***a [Break] I've been fading too long I've been fading too long Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride [Verse 3] You won't feel me till you're at your mother's funeral And you're the only one not crying 'Cuz you can't get it through your head that she pa**ed on Yeah, she's really gone, no, she's really gone But you just don't believe it, you think they got it wrong You won't know me till your friends start laughing at you Like some damn Hyenas Reminds you of Selena back in eighth grade When she said that, "You're doing wrong," That, "You need to change" "Life is not a fairy tale, it ain't no f**ing game." You're gonna hate me, I swear, you're gonna hate me When you catch kids sipping Pinnacle during missionary Meanwhile, you bringing dead energy to a cemetary Searching for your mother's grave Crying yourself to sleep at night 'Cuz you ain't got it right You ain't even write a letter to say bye or nothing like Your Dad f**ing hates you, Mama's outta songs Grandpa pays the bills and you always feel alone So, "What's good at home? What's good at home?" If you keep on X and O'ing, keep on telling lies cuz "I feel you", n***a, I feel you [Interlude] "What's good at home? What's good at home?" If you keep on X and O'ing, keep on telling lies cuz "I feel you", n***a, I feel you Yeah, yeah—I feel you Yeah, yeah—I feel you Yeah, yeah—I feel you [Conclusion: What's the 411 PT. II, Produced by Amir Royale] [Refrain] Feel the moment But think what you've forgotten God and gotten rotten (got it!) Just remembered a thought or two about it ('Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it) You ain't 'bout it If only you'd allow it (to grow) Louder, scream it louder I can't hear you! Louder! [Outro] Been an hour, I'm an hour clerk I just watch the time fly by Sitting in my math cla**, man I hate cla** Ain't that ironic?