Chris Webby - Ride On Lyrics
feat. Rittz[Verse 1]See now my cup is full, my vibe is boostedMy fate is undecided, but it's going down the way that I choose itLiving life up on the stage and it's like I'm on displayAnd the fans coming through when they know every word to the songs that I *****ing playBang the speakers out plus tears are leaking outGirls in the crowd are freaking out, labels reaching outBuzz is peaking out, when I'm doing everything I dreamed aboutMan, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long oneAnd now they ain't ready for this crazy white boyRunning through the rap game like Donkey KongCause I be super smashing them I'm back with a rap attackI'm homegrown and I grew the roots and it's about damn time that I flew the coopSo mother *****er let me show you what this dude could doGoing through the roof and I'm gonna hold my ownCT down to the bones, so anywhere I'm going you know I'm coming backBecause as they say, ain't no place like home so then I'm gone[Hook]Ride on...yeahBaby, where you wanna goGot my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes downI just hop up in the driver's seat andRide on...yeahBaby, where you wanna goWe be riding, we be ridingWe be riding, yeah we be riding on[Verse 2]I'm here to do my thang, so what you really know about that shitGood kid in a *****ed up game, suitcase still packed from the last tripLike this and I feel alright, turned around my lifeStarted from the bottom, now I'm in the middleSitting first class on a flight and I still got fightAs long as I got a mic I'll recite the type of hype shit that'll spark igniteAnd set the world on fire when I give it a lightYou never heard of one like this in your life because I go so hardGot these bars on me, baby, I'm a super star and the bass go roarLike I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my carR-R-Roger that the rhyme is [?], stepping on the gas pedal when I ride[write?] a trackReal shit, anybody that deny the facts, ***** you, ain't nobody got time for thatAin't nobody got time for that shit, the same kid crashing DatpiffIs back to the smack the world off it's axisI'm in the game now, you better go home and practiceFirework in the sky *****, get so high, ***** around and hit a pilotI'm just feeling like it really is my time, this rhyme shit ain't for the weakDon't try this, at home if you ain't ready for the life, this game [?] whether or not you like itSo 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]Came close to being [?][I could of made it?]Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate itFeeling like the only loser that my parents pro-createdWatching homies that associated with me [?][Know I waited for my turn?]It was so belated, I was jaded, when I made it, it was hard to believeEven harder for me not to wear my heart on my sleeveBut, people judging me in the publicAnd I started to read, the comments underneath my video, my skin is thick enoughIt's hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me that my music got them through when they were feeling like giving upHe standing right in front of me and [?]Cause he enough with his girlfriend and they breaking upHe breaking up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blowPlayer wishing to sleeping like 20 times in a rowMouthing the lyrics when they hear it getting hype at the show, I love itAin't got no money, but I'm getting throughGotta remind my self, time to time when I get in a depressing moodI'm getting paid first[?][?]Look at my dressing room1,000 miles away they want an autographHe said he like my deep records and my party tracksI scribble things across the bottom halfIt's Rittz and Chris Webby, you ready, let's hit the launching pad, let's fly[Hook x2]
