Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Bm
A
Ain't no sitting down here
Em
Eb
my nigga
Yeah *evil laughs*
A
Eb
shit
Yo- y- y- yo- yo look- look
I Ride Slow
Verse 2
No not what I do
D
Gm
Am
Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as
I know I'm a poet or in an apostle
smell the aroma on my clothes
Am
Eb
Your chains gold, my shades all black
I can do this with a blindfold
Em
Bm
This ain't rap this is find
I don't know Tae Bo
Gm
Am
But I kick that, you're a Kit- Kat
Life's sweet but,
way down the line you're just a snack
Verse 3
It gets cold on the road to the riches
Am
(Yeah, I Ride Slow)
These hoes with the nose in
D
my business
Nigga
Bm
Bsus4
Em
These rhythms of visions of me living co lossal,
Em
Am
In time you'll find that I'm a fossil
G#
Am
Yo- yo- yo- yo- yo- yo
Insane in the membrane!
B
Em
I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and
Verse 4
Am
big cash
Baug
D#
Cut corners, cut loose,
cut class, fuck school
Esus4
Am
Pushing pennies but see a threes
Figga deal me I'm filthy I know
Bm
Am
I told you that but I made my way through
that'll break your mothers back
On the surface I will certainly scratch
just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist
Esus4
Em
Your puppets anyway,
Gm
Am
Go this a way, go that a way,
Am
Eb
What's that a K? Put that away,
no weapons formed against, me... shall pass
with this shit
The tales from the Crip,
Eb
Gm
on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip
Gm
The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's
Eb
Gm
all gather round and sing my fucking song!
Em
Am
It gets cold on the road to the riches
Verse 5
(Yeah, I Ride Slow)
my business
Eb
Nigga
Bsus4
Bm
Em
These rhythms of visions of me living co lossal,
Verse 6
Insane in the membrane!
Am
Check!
Am
D#
A psycho, Xannys in my
cup before I pour a fo'
Bm
D
put cheese on you
A
D#
Pulling up no headlights but there's read
beams on you
D
Bm
(?) smoking on this dope
D#
(?) of the flow to do tricks like a brothel
and pages of the bible
Survival tactics,
are you practice (?) make you drastic
Am
D#
Up shits creek with a tissue pack,
Am
Adim
Am
A
OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle
Am
D#
Call your number like you
Am
Bm
Nigga you (?) sweet come fuck
Edim
D#
Am
(?) dropped the celery
The reality is all you niggas fictitious,
make you (?)
With the hand of satan cause
you need some sanitation
Em
Am
Any nigga hating we gon'
Em
Am
turn them to a raisin
D#
Adim
One nigga, 30 clip,
D#
Am
Em
Am
Esus4
turn your brain into bacon bits
Am
D#
Am
And I ain't saying shit cause I'm coming from Detroit where I coming up short and niggas Ride Slow,
AK- ing up your porch
D#
(I Ride Slow!)
(I- I- I Ride)
Adim
D#
(I- I- I Ride)
Interlude 1
Gm
Gm
Verse 7
Niggas talking about all this lame shit,
Gm
D
nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit
(I Ride Slow)
Gm
nigga I gave this nigga Soul his first 2 cups nigga
I gave cuz his first cup of Lean
What you niggas talking bout?
Cuz older than me,
Gm
C
D#
Gm
that's what I be talking about see? fuck it
(I Ride Slow)
D#
Gm
(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal,
ahead of my time
Soulo
Verse 8
*Hail Mary melody*
Gm
D#
La- la- la- la- la
Gm
Gm
(I Ride Slow)
What do we have here now?
C
Gm
Run quick see
Gm
Gm
Gm
come with me
(Hail Mary)
Come with me, come with me
(Hail Mary)
La- la- la- la- la
(I Ride Slow)
Verse 9
Gm
D#
I heard they stopped making
Gm
Actavis...
(You know when I heard that?)
The screw give me drive like a flat- head,
I must be Captain Phillips
These niggas don't speak my language
Gm
Gm
Residue on my debit card,
That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son
I walk on the dark side,
I ain't suicidal I'm just fly
Gm
Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?
C
Cm
Enlightenment from a low life that's,
You don't know the half
D#
Gm
Rap as if I had 2 left feet,
So here's a question that I ask...
A Benz with no bus?
A curse with no gift?
Verse 10
Delusional,
murder marsupials when I puke a flow
Put my dick in witches from the Crucible
Gm
I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking,
Parkinson's Disease on
Pardon me I sneezed,
Death just called homie, breathe easy
Shoot soul right out of Soul,
Verse 11
yeah you my homie you...
Gm
Gm
Ay- ay- ay- ay
(I Ride Slow)
(Stop sniffing on that God- Damn
bleach is what you need to do)
Verse 12
Man don't talk about the
potency of my pack
Meth and gastric bypass
Satan's blood in my swag
and These Days the iPad
Will tell you that your life
Verse 13
And then float away
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