Ridah - Mistah F.A.B., Kevin Gates, The Jacka

Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?

Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me

What the fuck?

Always tellin' me that I was good for nothin'

I was never good or nothin'

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Prayin' for protection from the one that’s right onside ya

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Hood niggas (all I know)

Good pretenders

All I know how to be’s a ridah

90 knocks in and out the spot for cream

90 shots hangin' off the big machine

See my sister cryin' they took her love away

All my niggas how we sellin' drugs for pay

I just they wanna murder me

So I gotta keep a cannon every day

Whole family we gotta find a way

Stomach full of lean because we lost our way

Make a never

I lose every girl 'cause I sleep with my rifle

Now I tell the world this

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Prayin' for protection from the one that’s right onside ya

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Hood niggas (all I know)

Good pretenders

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack

Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back

We was gettin', smokin' out a Back, sippin' Act

'Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac

Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone

Got me relapsin' back to back, blowin' out of the zone

I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone

Thug tears for thug angels, callin' heaven their home

A lot of suckas gettin' credit, but they fake and they fraudulent

'Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin' on shows for their audience

My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is

And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is

See, I was raised on the curbside

By pitchin' flippers, lettin' birds fly

And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die

See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder

Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein' a coward was a nada

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Prayin' for protection from the one that’s right onside ya

All I know how to be’s a ridah

Hood niggas (all I know)

Good pretenders

All I know how to be’s a ridah