album cover
White Ford
Hip-Hop/Rap
White Ford was released on May 10, 2024 by PortEstra as a part of the album 3Side : Analog E - Single
album cover
Release DateMay 10, 2024
LabelPortEstra
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaden Richter
Kaden Richter
Songwriter

Lyrics

This some music for the white ford
Extended cab with the sub in the back
Knock the paint off the side door
Booming down Wadsworth
Spitting Colfax, what would I lie for
I was on Broadway, never had a train pass
Still got around like a j pass
Couldn't hang it like stained glass
Pickle juice couldn't chase that
Fuck sweatpants, Imma wear gray slacks
Shit extra tight let your bitch know where the weight at
I was 6 with a face tat
Now I'm 21, can't feel where my face at
Offa pack like battle rap, beef kayfabe
I don't play jab, box slap, or imitate that
Lay em down like a wave cap
Try and make a play, just in case
Keep a hundred in a case, in a safe
And a hundred in the waist bag
Waist bag full of paint, tag a plate
Tell em hit me up for some counterweight
Dodging county, state, supermax
Federales in the alleyway
Right between the Dave's Chicken and the donut place
Cop a bird then I stroll away, like some roller blades
Heard they looking for a fade, clip em out the frame
I ain't had a fade since the winter came
Go back to Aurora, where they really stain anything
Then I'm hopping back, hopping back in the
White ford
Extended cab with the sub in the back
Knock the paint off the side door
Booming down Wadsworth
Spitting Colfax, what would I lie for
I was on Broadway, never had a train pass
Still got around like a j pass
Couldn't hang it like stained glass
Pickle juice couldn't chase that
This some music for the white ford
When nothing was real, when nothing was live
2020, division was real with nothing but time
Keeping myself inside
Reliving the horrors that only mental health helped get by
Renditions of music I made reflecting the hole in my heart that I paved
It's all in my heart that I gave, I'm different
I'm holding my heart to the grave
I was worried about parts that I played
But players gonna play, so pardon my ways
Keeping a cart on me, pushing that solvent
Thinking it's solving my rage
It's only clogging my wage
But I ain't been out like I used to
Dream of rocking a stage
Instead only rocking some pain
Keeping it pushing like white ford
Written by: Kaden Richter
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...