Daylon Grimard - Lets Ride (feat. Rieves)

Uh on a scale to ten your a negative one
Me and my homies been getting it done
Compression I've been under pressure for fun
Yo class is in session the lesson's begun uh
Look at how far that we came
Dealing with shit is just part of the game
Im flowing like blood through the artery veins
Im one of them ones you can hardly contain
A lot of us started the same
Waking up just to go party again
Most of em would've been already drained
But i wanna be legend like Marley or Wayne
Hater you're probably a snitch or a cop
Like a bitch in a position to talk
You should go make it your mission to rot
Cuz all you been doing is pissing me off
Bitch I ain't even impressed
Fuck all these rappers ill beat em to death
They're looking away cuz i'm seen as a threat
Can't wait for the day that I leave on a jet
Cuz I'm outta this bitch
While laughing at people that doubted the kid
I'm packing my shit and i push it along
Do it for my city I'm putting you on
What
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Gotta get that bag that'll get me by
Cuz I came here to win
Killing it man and ill do it again
If they get in my way then I'm doing them in
While I'm praying cuz all I've been doing is sin
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Gotta get that bag that'll get me by
Cuz I came here to win
Killing it man and ill do it again
If they get in my way then I'm doing them in
While I'm praying cuz all I've been doing is sin
Young homies wanna talk but they never wanna think
Think you having fun when you running down the sink
And my fingers in the paint finna hit it till my head pop
Trigger with a red dot listen to me said I know
Gotta get the bread I dough
Ima killit with my red eye low
Giving in to the pain till i blow till my veins turn blue
Fill the vase full of roses
Summer days in the crows nest
Long day get your hoes on the Bowflex
Hot like the rocks on my Rolex
I'm sick like the rona the cops with the donuts be pulling me over
And my daughter wants me sober
And my dunny's gone so roll up
You know what its funny these times their redundant
I'm bout to roll up with a fist full of gwuap
Ain't no telling when ill stop
Cuz my belly is hungry and never enough money to hold up the heights
Roll em and read em the dice tell me whats nice
Money hoes and vice
Muddy roads and ice
My dunny's gone so roll up
Somebody hold the wheel
Coke and rummy up in my coupe Deville
Cooped up too long got me coppin the loot
And souvenirs got me lost in new veneers
Stuck in a loop and the hoop is clear
Lay up on the way up like conveyers
Every day is vibes from the day you fall till the day you rise
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Gotta get that bag that'll get me by
Cuz I came here to win
Killing it man and ill do it again
If they get in my way then I'm doing them in
While I'm praying cuz all I've been doing is sin
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Gotta get that bag that'll get me by
Cuz I came here to win
Killing it man and ill do it again
If they get in my way then I'm doing them in
While I'm praying cuz all I've been doing is sin

Written by:
Daylon Grimard

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