Let's Ride (feat. Mxtive)

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Chris Era

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Yo, Motive
What's up
You gotta play me some of that shit you're working on
Oh shit bro you already know
Alright let's go
I'm just a kid from the Midwest
Getting that money is my sixth sense
I'm working more so I bitch less
Putting my doubts inside this chest
I'm on the road to be the best
Cruising a whip with no head rests
Roll down the window as I'm passing by and say hi to Chris cause I'm his guest
Killing the verse and I'm killing the feature
I hear all the fans as they yell from the bleachers
Look out in the crowd, see my name on their t-shirts
They look up to me like I am their teacher
But I don't know if I am teaching a class or preaching a mass or here to beat ass
But I'm gonna get it and I'm gonna kick it and let you all know I mean nothing but business
I am out here making dough, I am out here changing flows
Anything I say it goes, I'm a boss like CEO
Y'all out there should take some notes but y'all too busy taking dope
So I'm just gonna climb inside my classic and say hey let's go
Let's ride, let's ride, Michigan to West side
See Chris out in Cali find some bitches in the valley
Telling him to hop in we going to Miami
Then right back to LA so I can get my Grammy
Let's ride yo
On the road we on the way so take your knife yo
Take it back right all the way to west side yo
Couple bitches in the back you tryna ride yo
I'm tryna, I'm tryna
Let's ride yo
On the road we on the way so take your knife yo
Take it back right all the way to west side yo
Couple bitches in the back you tryna ride yo
I'm tryna, I'm tryna
I set my shit straight, no I ain’t talking about pit stains
I’m talking Crest the way I clean out these rappers remains
Complain, the way these people talk is so profane
These dudes act all sad we call them (Incels)
In jail or hell, I'm raising bars like I’m on resale
Intel, you watching the ground swell
Work at a sperm bank and your balls all tense
Shut yo ass up and you’re talking again
How you even rap and it don’t make sense
Now you are ignorant, coughing stems
I’m clearing it out, blasting my AC I’m tearing it out
While you breaking your petty glass I don’t consent to that
But by your stance I'm gonna guess you are into that
Break off your kneecaps, slice off your arm
You need to relax you're smoking cigars
Lying your death bed telling me a fable
You can’t even walk with a cane you’re Abel
I’m calling the shots and I’ll kill ‘em again
Depending my penny I’m keeping it in
I'm flying the forestall, John McCain
And that’s how we kill ‘em we rhyming again
Let's ride yo
On the road we on the way so take your knife yo
Take it back right all the way to west side yo
Couple bitches in the back you tryna ride yo
I'm tryna, I'm tryna
Let's ride yo
On the road we on the way so take your knife yo
Take it back right all the way to west side yo
Couple bitches in the back you tryna ride yo
I'm tryna, I'm tryna

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