Let's Ride (Revisited) chords by E Jake

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Verse 1
Am 
F 
Dm 
Fuckin' way too much,
Am 
near pussil'
F 
Am 
Spittin' hands, ready right now
F 
Dm 
Shit's comin' out my rhymes
Am 
F 
Am 
Fuck it though, P .A. Chan
F 
Gotta text, move, play,
Dm 
I was tellin' them,
wait, I'll be there real soon now
Am 
No  chains, no cheese, my tank on E,
I was ridin' on fumes now
Gotta get this paper,
F 
Dm 
I don't mess with no neighbors,
Am 
I don't do no trap house
Cause they'll watch that spot,
then call them cops
and report them in and out
Everybody knows me,
F 
Am 
everybody knows E,
Dm 
Am 
but I really wish it didn't though
Cause I be gettin' this dough
and I stay up on the low,
I don't want that attention, yo
F 
Dm 
And O -Four, as a Y .O. sit tin' in coat
Am 
The first time that a youngin'
seen them bars real tall,
really think I see it as fall
F 
But, I'm here, dawg
Dm 
Am 
Couple grand strong,
chick told me set my code off
I'm like Trig,
I ain't really come to stay long
Get gone to the motherland,
F 
my root all evil
Am 
Had to sell things
Dm 
to make ways for my people
Am 
All I'm tryna do is live peaceful
But this America that ain't unequal
See, I knew this one dude
and he got a cool mom
She ran her own biz,
Dm 
gave his friends new jobs
Am 
It was all good, big crib, new cars
Ain't where she got rich,
what's her fault, that fraud?
See, her son and nephew was in the mix
F 
Push her flywheels,
Dm 
broke cops gettin' pissed
Am 
Got a black man on somethin'
on her wish list
They was feedin' for the chains,
deck of fingerprint
And handcuffed right there,
hit my mans up
F 
Dm 
Like, yo, son, scratch that,
switch the plans up
Am 
He was on  the car lot with a drop top
But right now, flywheels, it's like cancer
Just cause she might got
F 
that paper
Dm 
Diamond, you gotta flaunt it
Am 
See, the rich stay rich by
makin' smart moves
Not loud, not dumb, that's retarded
F 
Dm 
So I, make man's money
Am 
F 
Am 
in a hoodie
Dm 
No main bet, I got a hoodie
Am 
F 
Am 
F 
Let my bread
Dm 
Am 
stack in that hoodie
I blew dope,
F 
Dm 
Am 
but I made it back in that hoodie
Let's ride, all my niggas lie, yeah,
F 
Dm 
but half my niggas die, damn
Am 
Another quarter locked inside,
we been thuggin' most our lives
We keep that gun right by our sides,
F 
Dm 
down to Porter and   mine
Am 
See, we won't even think twice,
nah, won't even think twice
We know them chances that we take,
F 
we know them mansions at a stake
Dm 
Am 
We  know them hoes down to fuck,
we know they mans is bound to hate
Say, moms, I ain't gon' lie,
F 
Dm 
I can't do no nine -to -five
Am 
I ain't talkin' down on nobody,
that system just ain't for me
I can't do no bye week,
need to touch cash every single day
Dm 
Am 
I   know them fiends round the way,
therefore I'm finna bang a play
Some days it might be slow,
F 
but still I know I'm gettin' paid
Dm 
Am 
I   know them cuts through the strips,
I know them back blocks there
I'm 28 and losin' hair,
F 
Dm 
that jail shit got me los in' gears
Am 
Now hold up, stop it right there,
we ain't takin' no type of losses here
This shit ain't nothin' to me, bro,
F 
this shit ain't nothin' but some growth
Dm 
Am 
You tell me when it's time to go,
F 
Am 
I'll be right at your front door
Let's ride
Let's ride
F 
Let's ride
Am 
Dm 
Am 
Dedicated To Peach
F 
Am 
F 
Dm 
Drizzy Q And Sway Lito
Am 
F 
On my Mobilizer trap, niggas
Am 
Move, man
Move, man