Riding Solo Lyrics

Born and raised in Carolina nigga

Country ass nigga

Dirt roads and rebel flags

We used to burn em up

And haul ass to my grandma house

Diarrhea flow

Eat some mustard

Then go lay it down

Momma taught me how to love a queen

And to finesse a bitch

Gotta learn the difference

Imma king you on that pawn shit

3 kids, 2 cars, 1 crib

Im on that king shit

Martian Luther King dream

Far from prejudice

But all that racist shit, it still exists

2018 bitch you not riding dirty in my shit

So dust your feet off before you hop in

Brothers in the pen

I understand I used to be them

That ain't shit to brag about

Compared to 20 years at 17

Don't asked me why I changed

S/o to my lawyer now my record clean

Gahdamn

Momma imma new man

I'm non religious

Honestly the niggas ain't help me with shit

Just know that money talk and that bullshit walk

Best to believe it

I'm riding solo in the whip

Black and mild that's on my lips

Cup full of that mud

Nothing but syrup when I sip

Ion fuck with many

So for now

This how I vent

Praying to the skies

Hoping my niggas up there hear me

Eyes on the prize

With my head up high

It got me thinking out loud

I'm riding solo in the whip

I'm riding solo in the whip

Black sheep of my family

Bumping that Goodie Mob

Being treated like an Outkast

Cashous Clay and Collard Greens

Had Carolina on the map

I'm thinking to myself

Like how can I be part of that

I won't sell my soul

So fuck these niggas

I wont bow like a bitch

Don't trust them niggas

Them crackas dirty

They dont want me win

And I put this on my momma

I won’t go like a snitch

Not even for the diamond rings

Or all the gold on my bitch

I can't trust these niggas round me

Yeah, that's something I know

Too many brothers that I know

Getting shot by their own

A lot niggas like to flex

But I can splash on my own

See I’m from dirty Carolina

On them swangas and vouges

I put that on my 89

That I won't simp for a hoe

These niggas outchea looking stupid

But won’t invest in their own

Better maximize your craft

And leave them buckets alone

Cause when that cash stop

Just look at how them hoes gone fold

I'm riding solo in the whip

Black and mild that's on my lips

Cup full of that mud

Nothing but syrup when I sip

Ion fuck with many

So for now

This how I vent

Praying to the skies

Hoping my niggas up there hear me

Eyes on the prize

With my head up high

It got me thinking out loud

I'm riding solo in the whip

I'm riding solo in the whip