Still Ridin'

Since I left ain't too much changed Yeah, 'cept for the pilot First-class virgin, wanna ride in purple-violet? Well stick beside your boy, I'll put a word in Sneak you behind the curtain while I VIP park my bourbon If the Slums can't party, then fuck it We'll take the parking lot and then throw a thirty rock in a bucket My folks looking like Joe Dirt with that curb service That LSD trip shit, bitch, is your knees hurtin'? Blue skies, black suede leather Bumpin' Pink Floyd in May weather Windows down on that grey Monte Carlo Embedded rubber on concrete, leavin' trails on the paved letters On that Powell-Peralta concave I kick, push through childhood, I've come of age Ask me how I'm doin', the shit is gold, really, though Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho) Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') (Yeah, yeah) Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah) We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Yeah, yeah Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We still ridin' Like a Clydesdale chariot, beatin' these 808s up, up, up Area 51, Paganistic and alien No Christian Dior adorns the native son Drippin' Dixie since '81 Sippin' whiskey since Raekwon spit hit page one Nerd shit, that gamma-ray gun That any day come, fuck a rap punk sucker, I'm a bum Tornado picked up my trailer, I'm in a new zone How do you go from group home to Luke Combs? 'Cause I'm a Matrix in itself, a true song Plus I hit the Oracle up, red or a blue phone (Marshall) Yeah, and I made it with little profit I got an eye from a wizard because I stake the pocket Ask me how I'm doing, this shit is gold, really, though Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho) Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') (Yeah, yeah) Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah) We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Yeah, yeah Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We still ridin'