Ride 2 It (Akir)

[Akir:] Yeah, uh-huh, yours truly, we back in the house Akir, uhh, new exclusive, we keep comin with these bangers son Roll the windows down, c'mon nigga let's ride Yo, yo, we made it this far, praise to Allah, God Whoever you want, this for all y'all who work a day long Only had a little bit to hold on to I want you to know that they don't want you to survive by simply means of a 9-to-5 That's why when we get live, they try to get a piece of the pie They wanna give us 25-to-life While we strive to fight, to provide what's right for our fam At nighttime, the beasts come out Waitin to see who gon' dumb out wild thirsty with the guns out Bangin heads against the asphault sayin that he asked for it Locked niggaz up, expect life to fast forward That's torment, for his little man, fire enormous Layin dormant 'til it explodes, they need a warrant So I'ma keep 'em at the fortress, endured us for the cue We direct what they teach in school [Chorus: Akir] Yeah, uhh, yeah, uhh To all my niggaz that survive in these streets That's tryna eat, steady dodgin the beast to get a piece, peep I make this music just to grind through it Vibe to it, get your mind movin, ride to it To all my women tryna make it in life Keep it tight with the world so trife, you gotta fight, yeah I made this music just to grind through it Vibe to it, get your mind movin, ride to it Yeah... ride to it [Akir:] Maybe things all come back with no crazy shit like this Know'msayin? This to my hustlers out there y'all Word up (ride to it) uh Pastor's 25, glad we made it I, remember when we couldn't wait to get emancipated violated Alludin the basic fundamentals, that a family holds sacred Just cause a nigga couldn't take it Rebellious natured, in a nation, I'll ask patients and trainers Now it's time for us to try to make it in this Matrix Face it, blowin up is passin fake shit and fightin hatred Wack niggaz that stand complacement stay in the basement Drunk watchin "Tha Bassment," facin like, yo we ain't say shit While your baby moms playin my hits I'm makin somethin out of nothin, niggaz stay off my dick Deli task, wearin a mask in order to fit An attitude derived from this new ceilin we hit Real as a gun spark with a bullet killin a kid This is for my people strugglin, givin a shit Cause if we never take control then who's freedom is this? [Chorus] [Akir:] I know times been hard y'all, but uhh This a little somethin to ride to, let's go Yo, I think a paradigm diggin me writin rhymes is on the rhythm The song hits and it's non-fiction, hearts visions and lost children are star stricken, my false diction is all shiftin Evolve different, we'll all shift then I make the ignorant, clap when they feelin it Illin when they realize it's revealin they brilliant I know it, I'm on it, I want it, I own it, I free it, I wrote it I made it, I sold it - I'm in it to win it I dig it to get it, hot 'til it's molten then I mold it Polish it until it's golden scripted to spit it gifted I flip it drunk flicted, still rip it explicit 'til they get addicted to the way I did it, scrolls is transcended From prophets to descendents, I do this and remember to those that finish doin a sentence, move through the defenses with words that been offensive, preserve Doin effective reserve, do a profession, ride to it (uhh)