Riding Slow (feat. Dizzy Wright)

I'm riding slow, I'm drifting on the road

Never been this way before, that's just how the story goes

I'm riding slow, I'm drifting on the road

Never been this way before, that's just how the story goes

I'm riding slow, I'm riding slow

I'm riding slow, I'm drifting on the road

Never been this way before, never been this way before

I'm riding slow

Nah, fuck it, I'm riding slow

So driven I'm driving my chauffeur

The shit that I got on my sofa

Bitches rub it and say "Ooh, what's this?"

Looking at pictures like "Who is this?"

I'm shaking my head like "Who is this?"

That's me and P. Diddy, you stupid bitch

Anyway, I just zone in my Chevy

On the phone in my Presi, shine with no stones in my bezzy

Peep that, my seat back like a nigga hiding

Creeping and you keep peeping in it like your picture's 'sided

This shit was provided by the Mr. Great Battles

And me, myself, sir, sunglasses and safe travels

Nigga, life is great, take flight

Or take a picture of a nigga's license plate in brake lights

It's Battles, right? Flyer than a satellite

Drifting in the afterlife, whipping it like Passion Christ

Ain't half as nice, so quick to remind me

That's some nonsense, Magic Johnson, I been sick since the '90s

Grimey, and I'm only 21

Everything you dream about, that's just what we do for fun

You see, I'm simply the realest

No fraud in it, car tinted like an Indian village

And we riding, Dizzy and Los right beside me

All about the bills 'til we living like the Cosbys

A flower blossomed from the concrete

Use her head to get ahead, I guess she a mind freak

I'm dizzy, hippy, and trippy off of the voodoo

Hang loose in Honolulu, I'm smoking, taking a boo-boo

They tell me do you before doo-doo mama school you

Nigga, you was just another rapper on the internet, fuck you, bitch

Compatible, casual, but he kind of radical

So fascinating, fatalities in the battle zones