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[Verse 1] See now my cup is full, my vibe is boosted My fate is undecided, but it's going down the way that I choose it Living life up on the stage and it's like I'm on display And the fans coming through when they know every word to the songs that I fucking play Bang the speakers out plus tears are leaking out Girls in the crowd are freaking out, labels reaching out Buzz is peaking out, when I'm doing everything I dreamed about Man, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long one And now they ain't ready for this crazy white boy Running through the rap game like Donkey Kong Cause I be super smashing them I'm back with a rap attack I'm homegrown and I grew the roots and it's about damn time that I flew the coop So mother fucker let me show you what this dude could do Going through the roof and I'm gonna hold my own CT down to the bones, so anywhere I'm going you know I'm coming back Because as they say, ain't no place like home so then I'm gone [Hook] Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down I just hop up in the driver's seat and Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go We be riding, we be riding Letras de cancionesWe be riding, yeah we be riding on [Verse 2] I'm here to do my thang, so what you really know about that shit Good kid in a fucked up game, suitcase still packed from the last trip Like this and I feel alright, turned around my life Started from the bottom, now I'm in the middle Sitting first class on a flight and I still got fight As long as I got a mic I'll recite the type of hype shit that'll spark ignite And set the world on fire when I give it a light You never heard of one like this in your life because I go so hard Got these bars on me, baby, I'm a super star and the bass go roar Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car R-R-Roger that the rhyme is back, stepping on the gas pedal when I write a track Real shit, anybody that deny the facts, fuck you, ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody got time for that shit, the same kid crashing Datpiff Is back to the smack the world off it's axis I'm in the game now, you better go home and practice Firework in the sky bitch, get so high, fuck around and hit a pilot I'm just feeling like it really is my time, this rhyme shit ain't for the weak Don't try this, at home if you ain't ready for the life, this game ranks whether or not you like it So I'm telling you all the ups and downs so you can see the world I'm in, looking through my eyelids [Hook] Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down I just hop up in the driver's seat and Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go We be riding, we be riding We be riding, yeah we be riding on [Verse 3: Rittz] I came close to being on and as a got I could of made it Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate it Feeling like the only loser that my parents pro-created Watching homies that associated with me goin wait it So it's my turn for the mic But I saw my nigga so elated I was jaded, when I made it, it was hard to believe Even harder for me not to wear my heart on my sleeve But, people judging me in the public And I started to read, the comments underneath my video, my skin is thick enough It's hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me that my music got them through when they were feeling like giving up He standing right in front of me tearing up Cause he enough with his girlfriend and they breaking up He breaking up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blow Player wishing to sleeping like 20 times in a row Mouthing the lyrics when they hear it getting hype at the show, I love it Ain't got no money, but I'm getting through Gotta remind myself, time to time when I get in a depressing mood I'm getting papers Light in piece of hell I deserve and I serve Thinking they crude, they look at my dressing room 1,000 miles away they want an autograph He said he like my deep records and my party tracks I scribble things across the bottom half It's Rittz and Chris Webby, you ready, let's hit the launching pad, let's fly [Hook] Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down I just hop up in the driver's seat and Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go We be riding, we be riding We be riding, yeah we be riding on [Hook] Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down I just hop up in the driver's seat and Ride on...yeah Baby, where you wanna go We be riding, we be riding We be riding, yeah we be riding on From Letras Mania