DJ EFN - Revolutionary Ride Music lyrics
rate meFeat. Your Old Droog, Royce Da 5'9", OC & Reks
Have all the respect
But I’m still making dough-dough
These lenses are hard but when they see me
Let’s take a photo
Born in China like _______
Your moms can only tell you
In many ways be good in a crazy hood
What you’re doing?
Making moles with my ghetto squad
But fuck it this stack is lame
We plan to attain
What we plan to attain
How you’re doing?
Can’t complain
The truth always stumping on a campaign
I don’t pussy for the round put it down
Pop shittin’
Don’t care who we offend
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Rap to it
Ain’t no telling if the rap is fluent
I like style blowing crowds
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Rap to it
Ain’t no telling if the rap is fluent
I like style ignorance and intelligence
Blowin’ rowds aloud
Mixin’ up the ____
Merged my way to heavy way
Started drinking every day
The lord took my legs away
He told me I was speeding
So I slowed down and I told him I don’t need them
I’m sober and I levitate
So I call it spiritual awakening
But the chill down my spine
Making the game chill from the laziness
You know it’s real when they call and you don’t hold
But the whole places are both mine
I’m laughing all the way to the bank
See I have vision
My spirit is the clearest it has ever been
But no distractions
Forgive me now she’’ reactin’ how I say she’s supposed to react
I’m just a real nigga straight from my momma’s stomach
Mark my words
My words shall leave marks
Police street corners and you got to pay me hundreds
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Rap to it
Ain’t no telling if the rap is fluent
I like style ignorance and intelligence
Blowin’ rowds aloud
Mixin’ up the ____
This is what you call revolutionary ride music
Rap to it
Ain’t no telling if the rap is fluent
I like style ignorance and intelligence
Blowin’ rowds aloud
Mixin’ up the ____
Wanna prepare for war
Everything’s fair game
Lock on a target pop it and aim
Exotic weeds endorses your brain
Advertised to my government name
Hair blowing harder than the modest trap
Acknowledge the service providers
I’m all good
Pop bottles and pain
Twisted backwards
Release on the concrete streets and bomb wires
This is the flight to the users
