"Ride Or Die" lyrics

This is for the youts that are ride or die
That feel like they ain't got nothing left
Another hot beat for you to kick back
Smoke a spliff and release your fucking stress
This is for youts that are ride or die
That can't walk through another ends without a vest
Don't let another yout catch you slipping
'Cause if you hear "brrrrr" you're facing death

I rhyme on anything or anything my flow flips
And I can rhyme on anything that needs more hits
More hits means more Ps and then more chicks
More chicks means more haters and more beef with more clicks
I got beef so I invest in more sticks
I hate violence, but the other guys adore it
They say they see my face and wanna war it
You're hot-headed like the brains to a Horlicks
Guys get sick because my balls their whore licks
You can't trick me, in games I've got more tricks
You ain't gonna like Dot in the war
When your front door gets kicked off
You draw the nine but we saw it
Two seconds before you tried to buss
You got your jaw less
You got laid out, I coulda taken you somewhere
But your body I had nowhere to store it
I'm not settling for council flats and Corsas
Down for keys and Porches
I plan to live in a mansion, not in London
Somewhere I can drink the cleanest of waters
I don't wanna be seen like news reporters
And have to go places with feds as escorters
Fuck that, I don't snitch, but I'll switch
If you do a turn into something else like transformers
I write my own bars, not with other authors
I do music for myself and supporters
I don't wanna beef no-one who's moving the food
'Cause they'll light up the street like torches
Like this 'cause you're moving with fellas assorted
That kidnap fathers and abduct the daughters
I like beef, I like when it's sorted
You get peppered because you move with talkers
I walk with the walkers

This is for the youts that are ride or die
That feel like they ain't got nothing left
Another hot beat for you to kick back
Smoke a spliff and release your fucking stress
This is for youts that are ride or die
That can't walk through another ends without a vest
Don't let another yout catch you slipping
'Cause if you hear "brrrrr" you're facing death

There's a choong ting, I'm on top of that
There's the boom ting, I'm on top of that
Get off my dick, you're a copycat
Negative stuff, rudeboy, don't follow that
Hang up the phone, don't holler back
Holler back when you want a MAC I'm on that
(Dat-dat-dat-dat)
Got a backpack on my back
Traveling around the map
I might not ever come back, come back for what?
Come back for this
I'm kinda pissed I didn't miss shit
Can't fill up my shoes, that's a misfit
Now that I'm back comes the big shit
Say that clear, can't twist it
Here's the drop, just missed it
Here's my arse, you just kissed it
I'm taking the biscuit
You hide where the lies go, I can see it in your eyes yo
I've been on rock bottom too long, now I'm gonna rise yo
I'm way in front, not even beside you
I don't mean to glamorize that
I want you to memorize that
I won't even waste more energy
My ad-libs will emphasize that
Engineers will equalize that
Publishers will invest in that
Soon will do it and finalize that
'Cause I spit fire on nice tracks
When it comes out, the youts idolize that
The girls harmonize that
They all think I'm a nice chap
See me on the TV, nice and that

This is for the youts that are ride or die
That feel like they ain't got nothing left
Another hot beat for you to kick back
Smoke a spliff and release your fucking stress
This is for youts that are ride or die
That can't walk through another ends without a vest
Don't let another yout catch you slipping
'Cause if you hear "brrrrr" you're facing death

Hello, GBS is back
You're wondering why we're all dressed in black?
Lengman's got his hands on the MAC
And I told you, real guys watch my back
Don't think I'm one of these music guys
Winchester will go right through your thighs
Blacks is a prick? Not even a slight
Who told you that? Don't let them lie
Blacks is an MC, still a road guy
Ask Little D, I roll on guys
Ask anybody, I'm ride or die
Ain't gonna lie, I'm fucked in the slight
Some say I'm mad in the head
'Cause my boy got 30, other one's dead
But I don't let that trouble my head
I've got money and other things on my mind
Love the way that I spit
Read the lines, I'm not shit
See me, I've been putting in the work
From young, I was serving the work
You can't tell me how the road works
When I cop off the 4th I see how it works
Let it off, and watch your neck jerk
I'm a bad boy, man I'll bust at you
So what if you're a girl, I'll still bust her freak
Not a bad boy, man I see you weep
I grind so much that I rarely sleep
You wanna play in front of the shop?
Didn't I serve you the food?
Won't take you if I'm not in the mood
Only buss for guys in the crew
And when it's beef I'll perform my line