GhostBoy Jay$ee - Rider (feat. Blaise and Bolympic)

Remember when y’all labeled me the underdog
Two years in, now you claiming that I fuck wit y’all
Got bitches jumping out they overalls
Always felt like Jordan cause I visioned I was born to ball
Got some bitches in my phone
And they call me daddy
And I never fucked they mamas, but I’ll take it gladly
I’m doing donuts in the rental
Motherfuck the fee
Whole mob tied to money
So it ain’t a thing
Had a nag for going places, Mama said I couldn’t
Even though she raised me right I fell in love wit jugging
In my section incognito in a black hoodie
No Trayvon
Cause I keep the gat wit me
I got my shooter wit me
Move wrong and we air it out
And we don’t give a fuck
Bout niggas that ya care about
They ask me how much am I holding
Reply? A rare amount
Opposites we stare ‘em down
They know we don’t play around
And I’m straight up out the dog pound
Niggas know that I’m a real hound
In the studio wit Law
I spit a hundred rounds
If you talk down on my gang
We let you lay down

Rolling rolling rolling
I ain’t slept in weeks
Who that lil nigga
No, that nigga not wit me
I don’t dap up niggas
In the club that I see
Imma real nigga
Bitch I’m real to the t
40 in my hands
I ain’t shooting at his feet
Let a nigga feel it
If he really want the beef
Been from the jungle
So I came out a lion
Who is he trying
Nigga, I’m Poseidon
Bitch I’m fire
Hotter than lava
Who is he?
I am his father
Been high for three days
Blowing on that Ganga
He want smoke
Know that nigga smoking flaka

Smokin on ganja
Takin' shit over

Y’all know what the fuck going
J-A-Y money sign double E
I been going hard
Y’all gon’ notice real soon, man
Bow!
Oh my gawd!

Written by:
JEAN-CLAUDE ANTHONY MEAMA

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