Let's Ride f Daniel Merriweather-Wale

You know guys it's really nick's decision dude What happens with this mixtape This is totally 100 miles and running dude I couldn't get any drops from any famous people so I'm just gonna say it myself dude I appreciate you downloading the mixtape however You got it whatever you know So what I need you to do right now is Roll your windows up keep blowing on something The ac blowing on you Tell your girl don't talk to you for about 2 minutes And 30 seconds 3 minutes Or however long we about to do it Yeah you don't say nothing okay Just bob your head like you get it Peace to maryland but still an uptown roamer Aroma strong enough to bring em outta coma The wake up dawg get ya face off the pillow Necessarily rough em I'm a fighting armadillo No fumbalaya no fumblerooski One choke of this you a note from mariah high Wale they call me tiger stripes I'll forever move any cat they admire mine With that mj flow they hurl mine to my So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine Go inside the mind you will find the mine You see my mind's a bomb sitting behind my eyes Detonating when I rhyme a rhyme So in layman's terms my words burn There you lying a rhyme Also this mothaf**ka got a nine to five Hardest spitting mothaf**ka this side of the line Harder n***as try to hate me they be loving this side They were n***as quite similar to pitching the lines But the same deposition take an l every time And I'm no los rogers no mike williams Holla at ya boy young roy's in the kill s**t Home of the terrapins beware of the gilchrist W**d's played out they on that pill s**t A bad mothaf**ka where that milfs at I work overtime millsap Y'all millhouse blew y'all head Pause you not near wa-le Who not fear dawg yeah dawg you them e-t-c Ie I get sick white tee I be kicks Ya'll be highly obliged when I drop my s**t Me and you I think we should ride Come on come on come on come on Don't worry just done get inside Come on come on come on come on I can't promise this verse will be better than the first But still how you n***as I get jacks on the first In search of my perfection no gotta love it further In search of my direction my genre is certain It's hip-hop not pop Been waiting for the real real long like skirts at a sock-hop I like b***hes in air maxes without socks And when they wear makeup I'm like no sir I can't f**k with the alter Sorta like a dyke that I altar I gotta bounce I don't call her I just bounce like there's no hole Barry sanders on turf That means I have no block True indeed I don't rep no block I rep for the people that rep hip-hop And it don't stop I went to school with the white boys So I can understand the plight for em But I don't mean to finna fight for em I ran the street with the street n***as So I can understand police victims But I don't mean to finna speak for em I mean to speak for em With the s'more from the narrative Check it And you can tell everyone I ain't finna lie and I ain't finna fake It's wale folarin I tell you how it is State your f**king biz If ya'll about to hate then alleviate the diss And talk some more s**t Ready Me and you I think we should ride Come on come on come on come on Don't worry just done get inside Come on come on come on come on