Me and My Old School

[Hook] Ride, ride, ride clean If you, if you ride old, ride slow Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors [Verse 1] I remember way back in the day All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass Can't be turning on a dime cause the rims scrape Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take That's my prized possession in recession kept me straight Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday Just me and my old school (repeat) [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain't nothing changed, still the same country bumpkin M-I crooked Super Southern don't be trippin' on my rims I'd rather sit higher than bald eagles on shoulders of giant people If I'm gon' ride, hell, I don't know about them Popping my collar, rocking gators, fuck some Prada Be a scholar of this pimpin' to the very very end Forever official like words out the scripture Off the Richter, saw the future through my rear-view lens Just me and my old school (repeat) [Hook] [Outro] See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbing on them curbs And hitting them potholes You gotta ride clean and ride slow Me and my old school [Hook]