Ride on
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Bounce wit me now, bounce
Bounce wit me now, bounce
Bounce wit me now, bounce uh
I stay fresher than a motherfucker
Cleaner than a pimp
Big 40 got me walkin' with a limp
With a limp, little nigga gettin' rich
Started off eatin' noodles, every
Night steak and shrimp, lord
Little nigga take a glimpse
Pockets say cheese like a
Nigga takin' flicks
Got a thick ho, she can't even take a dick
Fly nigga blowin' up
You would think I was a blimp
Or a plane in the sky
Gettin' brain from a dime
In the back of the jet only thing on my mind
Is the money and the clothes
Cars and the hoes
And my little nigga probably
Growin' tall gettin' old woah
What your life like, sir
Money machines sounding like a typewriter
Probably eat the pussy but
I wouldn't wife her
Off the floor, aventador
I pull off like skrr (like skrr)
Kitty in the engine might purr
Sippin' on the lean so a nigga might slur
Promethazine make my vision go blur
And these diamonds on my neck
And my wrist like burr
So cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go
Cause my prezzy rose gold
And I'm ballin' Pro Bowl
Romo niggas quarterbackin' with my old ho
But I ain't trippin, YOLO nigga

Niggas say they keep a flame
But it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like with a bit like diddy
Broke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick
She'll get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
Fuck ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that

Yeah ridin' in this audi bout to pull
Up in something you can't claim
Crown me in the city as
King it ain't changed
Ain't no nigga hotter then me
I'm covered in flames
I renovated the chains so
Haters could look strange
Young nigga fly on they ass, I got wings
Couple of trained shooters for haters
We got game still pull up in the hood
Get work and dumb change
Then pull up in your city
Get head and jump planes
Southwest rockstar, guns n roses
Bunch of heavy metal take a
Bullet to load this
Been a stiff nigga bet yo
Ass can't fold this
Niggas on dick tell them niggas to hold this
All black coupe you ain't seen
How I rolled this
Everything ice nigga ain't I the coldest
Top laid back bitch I'm easy to notice
100 grand cash makes it easy to focus
Rich broke nigga, lord knows I'm hopeless
Straight up out of the gutter with
The rest of the roaches
Louis vuitton belt put it right
Where the toast is
Puttin' bad bitches on my team like coaches
I ain't hit the block i call plays
Run off in that pussy then
I probably part ways
Hustle gang bitch, count money all day
At the club ball on em all day

Niggas say they keep a flame
But it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like diddy
Broke nigga know you ain't rich as my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick
She'll get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
Fuck ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that

Hundred in my pocket and
My partner stayin trippin'
With a bunch of Cali niggas
In the neighborhood crippin'
A nigga want to talk
Send a nigga on a mission
Hit a nigga with a chopper make
A nigga come up missing
Play no game nigga know my real
Save me the trouble nigga check yourself
Extendo clip nigga check my belt
All we do is get money in the game I rep
Hustle gang over everything
Nigga no exceptions
Talking crazy on the phone
I can't hear you no reception
A nigga try me and it's on
Have mercy god bless him
I'm the mothafucking king why i
Care about a peasant
I'm chasing the profession all I'm
Getting is the money
Lame ass niggas can't get shit from me
I got a group of young niggas
Go and hit licks for me
As for haters, fuck em mane
Never did shit for me
75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck
Kill a nigga get a life sentence
Done it for respect
Black rolls at the red another
One in front of that
With a group of bad bitches say
They want it from the back
A nigga try to do respect I
Ain't playin' none of that
Shawty hit em with the Tech lay
The nigga on his back pull a 9 on a nigga
Nigga don't want this nigga check that

Niggas say they keep a flame
But it ain't like that
Try me I go hard in the paint right quick
Laugh at a nigga tryna take my bitch
In a new white 6, 4 or 5 white bricks
Bank roll like Broke nigga know you
Ain't rich as my clique
Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch
I call her right quick
She'll get on my dick
Nigga get like that, get like that
Fuck ass nigga come and get like that
Get like that, get like that
Sucka ass nigga can't get like that
Come and get like that, get like that
Pussy ass niggas can't get like that




Come and get like that, get like that
Ya'll sucka niggas can't get like that

Overall Meaning

The song "Ride Wit Me" by Trae Tha Truth featuring Meek Mill and T.I. is a Southern hip-hop track that centers on the theme of living a lavish lifestyle despite coming from humble beginnings. The opening verse pays tribute to the late Pimp C, who is revered as the "King of The South". The lyrics assert that anyone who hates on Pimp C's legacy needs to keep quiet. Trae Tha Truth declares his loyalty to Lil J, who is likely J. Prince, a record executive and the founder of Rap-A-Lot Records. The verse ends with a warning that disrespecting them will land you on the front page of a newspaper.


In the chorus, Trae Tha Truth invites someone to join him on his ride and to get live with him. He emphasizes that they should smoke something and hold up.


The second verse shifts focus to the achievements of the artists. Trae Tha Truth boasts of accomplishments such as putting Multi (possibly a friend or associate) on the mountaintop, dropping labels to increase his stock value and owning a car with a remarkable sound system. The verse also touches on the artist's relentless work ethic, with lines like "talking skyscrapers, screens rise like smoke vapors" and "diamonds out the window, gripping the grain".


The third verse returns to the theme of the lavish lifestyle, where Trae Tha Truth talks about the underground music scene and how he's risen to the surface. He also references Bruce Leroy, the iconic martial arts character from the 1985 film "The Last Dragon".


Overall, the song conveys a message of earning your success, staying true to your roots and enjoying the fruits of your labor.


Line by Line Meaning

Say, R.I.P. To Pimp C, he was the King of The South
Acknowledging the late Pimp C as the true monarch of Southern hip-hop


If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking mouth
Don't criticize Pimp C's legacy, or else keep silent


I'm down with Lil J til' the muthafuckin' grave
Loyalty to rap legend Lil J until death


Disrespect, they gon' put your picture on the front page
Disrespect earns public humiliation


I'm center stage shining in a foreign you ain't seen yet
Performing in the spotlight atop a luxurious, foreign vehicle


Chrome look like water, and my caddy paint is lean wet
The shining chrome and wet paint give the car a distinctive appearance


Don't forget the rims, them muthafuckas a clean set
The rims are equally impressive and expensive


You can't tell me this ain't cost ya boy a mean check
Such extravagance comes with an exorbitant price tag


Looking like a G in here, been here and I'm gon be in here
Maintaining a tough demeanor and persistent presence


When it's over, I'm gon be the only one you see in here
Leaving a lasting impact and unforgettable impression


Repping PAT in here, realer than these other guys
Representing the neighborhood of P.A.T. as an authentic individual


A Triple OG bitch, don't let them tell you otherwise
Being a true, original gangster that others cannot deny


Put Multi on the mountaintop
Elevating the status of artist Multi


Drop the label just to raise the stock
Parting ways with the record label to increase value


You ain't seen a trunk with tinted pop
A trunk that opens automatically with tinted windows


Full of 15s that'll make it knock
A powerful subwoofer system that shakes the vehicle


With them neon lights that'll make you say, get in line or get down hoe
Impressive neon lights that intimidate others


If it wasn't about the player money to be made, what the fuck you come around for?
Only interested in making money, not socializing with fake people


This is big business, talking skyscrapers, screens rise like smoke vapors
The music industry is a giant enterprise with high-tech visual effects


Candy paint's when it's now-a-laters
Colorful car paint that resembles the fruit-flavored candy


Bitch, I'm on the up like an elevator if you didn't know
Continuously rising in fame and fortune


Shine the grill just to let it show
To display the shining front grille of the car


On them emotional mothafuckas in the game
Despises overly emotional people in the music industry


Tucking they nuts, while I'm letting mine hang
Others may be afraid, but I'm fearless and confident


Chromed out the rim, letting it swang
The shiny rims are spinning and looking impressive


Went from have-not to having some thang
Rising from being poor to having wealth


Diamonds out the window, gripping the grain
Showing off diamond jewelry while driving the car


One finger will put the sun to the rain
A powerful, god-like gesture that could impact the weather


Ya'll niggas thought I wasn't gon' be a king like I'm sposed'
Succeeding and being a king despite others underestimating me


But, I learned from UGK, Multi, 4eva in A Day on these hoes
Taking inspiration and lessons from other successful artists


This for all the underground, we on the surface
Pay homage to underground hip-hop artists who made it into the mainstream


South and holding, remote controlling
The South dominates and controls the rap game


Got the game and it ain't for purchase
Having the skills and talent that cannot be bought


Ain't no hurting when you win
Winning is not painful but fulfilling


Up the cut like in it, touch down on it
Scoring points like a boxer landing an uppercut, or a football player landing a touchdown


Clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Laugh at the haters, or cheer for success with genuine supporters


Old school on his tippy toes
Moving to the beat with old-school dance style


Chop the base and shake the doors
Creating bass-heavy beats that are so strong they make doors vibrate


Fade the top, then let it show
Driving a convertible with a top that can be lowered for show


How it taste? I got to know
Trying new and exotic flavors, eager to experience new things


Icy grill, cold enough to freeze the snow
Glittering diamond jewelry that shines brilliantly, sparkling like ice


Bruce Leroy shownuff that bumping dragon
Reference to martial arts film, Bruce Leroy and the character Shonuff, meaning the artist is the real deal


Bitch I got the glow
The artist has a special talent that shines and stands out from others


Got the cake, smash it in your face
Having wealth to flaunt and celebrate, sometimes even rubbing it in other people's faces


I got more to make, I'm on the chase
Continuously striving for more success and wealth


For a bread truck to put off in my safe
Planning to collect so much money that a bread truck would be needed to transport it


And let it bake, stingy with the flakes
Hoarding the money and being careful with spending, making it last and grow


All the crumbs get ate, off the plate
Every last bit of money is accounted for and spent wisely


Soppin' up with the lobster shrimp and steak
Even indulging in the most expensive foods, while still being careful with money


Young nigga out here on the rides
A young person enjoying the luxury of expensive cars


Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me (smoke somethin' hold up)
A young woman should join the artist on his rides and smoke some marijuana


Young nigga out here on the grind
A young person working hard to achieve success and wealth


Young bitch you need to get live wit me (smoke somethin' hold up bitch)
A young woman should party and enjoy life with the artist while smoking marijuana




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