Ridin'

[Intro: Wale] DC, Maryland, Virginia stand up XO, Wale [Verse 1: Uptown XO] Georgetown shopping, Uptown grinding Southside riders, funel easy widers Funny people find us, funny but outside us Feel safer when they outside of the climate Raised in a hostile environment, got wild and violent Almost got shot, silenced That's when I was riding with the heat The man that shot was on the other side of the street Didn't wanna tell mom then, I was grinding my teeth My soul had questions, got advice from the streets And my advice was to eat But I miss those days, cause the prices was cheap Back then black Timbs made my cypher complete Those days were so great, priceless to me Glad to be alive in the bar like "no ice in that, please" About to make a toast to life but I can die when I leave [Hook] If you wanna take a ride, we can ride (ride) If you wanna take a ride then we can ride (ride) If you wanna take a ride, we can ride (ride) If you wanna take a ride, we can ride (ride) [Verse 2: Wale] And I'mma ride 'til the wheels ain't wheels, and your own Tend to keep my heels on they heels, I fear no Evil near me, never ever, we so clear from the negative My Jesus emblem has a double meaning Positively I proceed with caution DC good with them [mad gum?] flosses Brothers on papers and others got warrants And the radio ignore the local runt reporters The bulk of our reporters Don't ever leave the hood like the crooked cops that want us Look around where you walk to the District Where a hater hate a nigga, nigga this is nothing normal Victor and Jamaal, XO or Folarin The north left side venturin' off Georgia Mention my name, his soul meet the lord His corpse meet the morgue Get the tank on fool, we can ride [Hook] [Verse 3: Uptown XO] Ridin' and smokin niggas for rollers that's rollin' God gave me dice, I shook 'em up, rolled them Devil's still datin', Po-Po patrollin' Posted on the block, never loaf in my emotions Express through whatever I wrote, and you can quote him That uptown soldier boy'a Super Soak them Rap Superman, they superficial Gotta trust to your G's We too official, the newer issue Peep the cover, go through the pages, rippin' stages What I did on the block used to be my résumé Learned as I aged, God is my agent Of course they want my corpse in a sport we playin' in Made the bed, we gotta lay in it And I'm ridin' on a road hotel, Holiday Inn Away from home, but home is where the heart is I'm never heartless, a real nigga roadtrip You rode it, come on [Hook]