Shoutout Spitta
La da da, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Jetlife for life (till the next life)
Ride or die type shit

Uh, uh, uh
Yeah

Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now
Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down

Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now
Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’

Cuz
It’s just me and all my homies n’ we riding with the windows down
They the one’s that know me, writing up when I was just a child
Smoking hella let it rise until the ceiling clouds
And let the heavens rain upon us with this wavy sound

Crazy how the haters be swayze nowadays
Hours laid, focused on myself and now I stay out the way, like my ego
I’m a c-note cuz I keep it 100
Green dough be stacking like a depot

It’s L.O.G. and I’m here right now
Call the plumber for my fiends cuz they needa pipe down
Yeah, I said y’all needa pipe down
For now you’re running free, but I’ll take you to the pound

Night falls on a city that steady sleeps
‘Cept for me: cooking bars like a smeltery
My beats is the iron molds, steam rising from my pencil and sheets
Cool ‘em off with ease then spit ‘em harder than metal beams
Several schemes at a time
I tee ‘em up in my mind
When I rhyme it’s like a fast-food drive-thru of lines
I strive to reside with fine views and my pen and pad by my side
So I’ll rhyme through these nights like

Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now
Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down

Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now
Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ cuz

Uh
Flying home for summer
Writing under my covers
Praying I don’t wake mother
Whispering my verses to myself like how the preacher utter
‘Cept my testament is bread and butter
Eating my beats up like the last supper
I’m a mad puffer got more gas than hummers
Yeah that’s how it is
Homie that’s how I live
I give every fraction of a percent
Man, that’s time well spent
Cuz if I’m doing nothing then I might as well sin

So
It’s L.O.G. and I’m here right now
Call the plumber for my fiends cuz they needa pipe down
Yeah, I said y’all needa pipe down
For now you’re running free, but I’ll take you to the pound

Cuz
The clock’s ticking on my vision, I’m not switching
But the pot’s hissing, insisting the plot thickens
Cuz me without rap’s like the Rock without Kevin
I got central intelligence, my rhymes is the evidence
Uh
Money, cars, fame - three things I’d rather trade for a life of music
Ironic they usually come fused together and not for choosing
Come out the blue and dehumanize your regular life I’m assuming
Cuz I ain’t lived that yet
But my guess is success will make you live like that
Drug suppressing the stresses when you can’t turn back
Adolescents get pressed into until they’re image-flat
Project it to the masses but their moral limit’s snapped, crackled, and popped
Crumble like a rice crispy with some crack on their block
I done put in thought what I’d do if my rapping took off
Talk is cheap but I assure you that I cannot be bought

Yeah

Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now
Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down

Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now
Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ cuz