Ride On
Final Fantasy Vol. 8 Lyrics
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Be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga
This is not the time nigga its time to ride its time to ride
Sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low
Bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
In the streets what the fuck don't nobody play
From Memphis to the Bay niggas dyin' all day
Bitches that be thick be settin' up them tricks
Gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
Start a business sell a key pimp a bitch
Make that switch real niggas flip shit
And farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch
Eight-Ball translation three and a half
You not affiliated nigga if you have to ask
Rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga
When I say green nigga all about his cream nigga
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest
'Cause me and all my niggas gone ride
One time for my real niggas (let's ride)
Two times for the game its all in your brain
Man if I had a buck for every time I've fucked up
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
Money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why
I'm a real ass nigga who I be MJ
Livin' to handle business every god damn day
Now who in the fuck be talkin' shit behind my back
Lookin' to find a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked
Tie you in the sack proceed to pack you off too young
Yea you brought some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass bitches become real
Hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
Should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya
And I can tell by the scent in the air I don't want to meet ya
And I don't care if its the mother fuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me like
A big 'ol pimp ass I'll beat 'cha
Nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash
Small pounds no limit soldiers we kick cash
At the drop of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
Tight pass nigga for real trick don't tell me
One time for my real niggas (let's ride)
Two times for the game its all in your brain
Man if I had a buck for every time I've fucked up
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
Money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why
Preacher man could you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin
My homicidal poetry killin' again and again
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
A mental picture forms when I fire up a batch
Of sticky green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
Sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'
For weeks and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up from sleepin'
I'm creepin' peepin' in your windows
Smokin' regular now you gonna leave us behind
We two steps ahead of the competition
We leave 'em wishin' upon the moon
We here with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room
Its that pimp shit that hardcore shit that shit you run from
See I ain't got time for this super stlye shit I know where I come from
Ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever want to meet
Me in person I ain't hard to find
One time for my real niggas (let's ride)
Two times for the game its all in your brain
Man if I had a buck for every time I've fucked up
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
Money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why
The song Ride On by Final Fantasy Vol. 8 is about the struggle to survive in a violent and dangerous world. The lyrics talk about how sometimes you have to keep your composure and play it low, but this is not the time to do so – it's time to ride. The streets are a tough place to be and nobody plays fair. There's violence and drugs, with bitches setting up tricks and real niggas flipping shit. From Memphis to the Bay, niggas are dying all day. It's a cutthroat world where rules don't apply to getting rich. The song suggests that in order to survive, you need to be a real nigga and ride with your crew, no questions asked.
The song also talks about the fake hoes who talk about keeping it real, but they're all about money and murder. They're not to be trusted. The lyrics also have a lot of bravado, with MJ talking about how he's a real ass nigga who handles his business every god damn day. He's not afraid of anyone talking behind his back or trying to jack him. He's got his crew, and they'll take care of anyone who gets in their way. The song ends with MJ talking about how he's not interested in the super style shit, and how he's a ghetto hood ass nigga who's hard to find.
Overall, Ride On is a song about survival and loyalty. It's about finding your crew and riding or dying together. It's also about not trusting anyone who claims to be real, but is really just after money and power.
Line by Line Meaning
You know sometimes you have to use a little composure
Sometimes you have to keep it calm and composed
Be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga
Act cool, but this is not a time to mess around
This is not the time nigga its time to ride its time to ride
It's time to take action and ride out
Sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low
Control your emotions and keep a low profile
Bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
Hold back from getting angry or frustrated with someone
In the streets what the fuck don't nobody play
The streets are serious, and people don't mess around
From Memphis to the Bay niggas dyin' all day
People are getting killed all the time from Memphis to the Bay Area
Over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks
Drugs are being smuggled in, cut up, and sold as candy
Bitches that be thick be settin' up them tricks
Women who are attractive set up scams and tricks
Gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
Breaking the rules is necessary to become wealthy
Start a business sell a key pimp a bitch
Get into drug dealing or pimping to earn a living
Make that switch real niggas flip shit
Successful people adapt to changes and take risks
And farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch
Work hard and hustle with an attractive woman
Eight-Ball translation three and a half
The drug 'Eight-ball' is being sold in three and a half grams
You not affiliated nigga if you have to ask
If you have to ask, then you aren't really part of this group
Rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga
A wealthy person from Queens who only cares about money
When I say green nigga all about his cream nigga
When I say 'green,' I mean someone who only cares about money
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest
I recommend buying protective gear like a tank and a bulletproof vest
'Cause me and all my niggas gone ride
I and my friends are going to take action
Man if I had a buck for every time I've fucked up
If I had a dollar for every time I made a mistake
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up
I would be very wealthy and relaxed
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal
I am working hard and taking risks to earn a living
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
I am surrounded by fake people who claim to be authentic
Money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why
People who are successful are focused on making money and taking action without questioning it
Preacher man could you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin
I need help avoiding doing something wrong
My homicidal poetry killin' again and again
The lyrics I write are often violent and dangerous
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
The producer gave me the inspiration I need to create this music
A mental picture forms when I fire up a batch
I get inspired when I smoke marijuana
Of sticky green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
Marijuana is affecting what I say
Sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'
I am killing people and leaving them to bleed out
For weeks and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'
The people who die in my lyrics are mourning and suffering from my actions
I'm creepin' peepin' in your windows
I am stalking and watching you
Smokin' regular now you gonna leave us behind
I am smoking marijuana and getting high
We two steps ahead of the competition
We are ahead of our competitors in business or life
We leave 'em wishin' upon the moon
We are so successful that our competitors are only left to dream about our level of success
We here with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room
We are working with the producer to create something that will be very impressive
Its that pimp shit that hardcore shit that shit you run from
We are creating music that is rough and unrefined
See I ain't got time for this super style shit I know where I come from
I don't have time to focus on superficial things because I know my roots
Ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever want to meet
I am a tough and intimidating person from the ghetto
Me in person I ain't hard to find
I am easy to locate if you need to meet me
Man if I had a buck for every time I've fucked up
If I had a dollar for every mistake I've made
Money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why
Successful people are focused on making money and taking action without questioning it
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL CHAVARRIA, C. SMITH, DENAUN PORTER, ELGIN LUMPKIN, ARMOND DAVIS
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