Artist: Jay Rock f/ Isaiah Rashad Album: 90059 Song: Wanna Ride Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Jay Rock] I be that nigga they call Jay Rock, I'm a rapper But if you see me movin' baggies out the trap, don't get it backwards A nigga out here tryin' to stack that cabbage Cause if that money's on the menu, gotta hustle like you famished You know I gotta eat to feed the family Okay, let a nigga try us, bustin' like them transits Set your ass on fire, no violence not the answer But come to try to play us, you know we goin' hammer I'm twistin' up fingers, squeezin' on heaters Hangin' out the drop, 2Pac out the speakers [Chorus One: Isaiah Rashad] They wanna vibe, they wanna go You down to ride, just step aside, the world is mine They wanna roll, you down to smoke, you down to drive The world is mine, the world is mine, ahh! [Jay Rock] They say "Get your money first and foremost" I rhyme like I got pollos in that Volvo Shit, I switch up, whippers can't get caught, that's a no-no So watch out, the paparazzi takin' photos Got this world around my neck, keep my thoughts above my head Down to ride for my respect, I'm a savage for that bread Shake ass baby, you know I'm worth it, nobody perfect Just look beneath your surface and I'll bet you'll find that purpose Yeah this hustle is poetry, money don't grow on trees So much to oversee in this world that belong to me Big butts and ashtrays, lookin', smellin' like potpourri Smokin' this weed, gimme what you got for a quarter ki [Chorus Two: Isaiah Rashad] They wanna vibe, they wanna flow They wanna ride, just step aside, the world is mine They wanna roll, you down to smoke, you down to drive The world is mine, the world is mine, ahh [Chorus One] [Jay Rock] Uhh, got to play a fool to catch a fool though Never let yo left know what your right doin', that's, numero uno Back to life, I'm standin' on my tomb door While you actin' puto, she call me papi chulo Politickin' at a all time high but I'm just gettin' high A lot of people like to wear disguises, I just improvise Step up in this muthafucka lookin' like a stick of dope Niggas steady shootin' all they shots but they be brickin' hoe They missin' hoe, listen hoe, got this shit on lock Like the figure fo', sippin' in that El Camino, sittin' low Posted on the 'Gram off a gram, take a picture hoe Rubber bands, I'm the man, get just what you missin' hoe [Chorus Two] + [Chorus One]