Ride Slow (feat. Danny Brown & Delusional Thomas) Ab-Soul - Ab-Soul

Ain't no sitting down in here my nigga

Yeah *evil laughs*

Yeah keep-say-Oh I think niggas is laughing at me

That's right make that spooky shit

Yo-y-y-yo-yo look-look

I Ride Slow

These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time

In time you'll find that I'm a fossil

No not what I do

Lord do you have mercy on my soul? Far as I know I'm a poet or in an apostle

Smoking my dro, smell the aroma on my clothes

Rose from the dirt, so I'm down to Earth

(Oh I know)

You made a few bucks now you feel buck

Your chains gold, my shades all black

I can do this with a blindfold

This ain't rap this is find a mine in your mind blow

Your brains back out of your wave cap, I don't know Tae Bo

But I kick that, you're a Kit-Kat

Life's sweet but, way down the line you're just a snack

It gets cold on the road to the riches

(Yeah, I Ride Slow)

The cars and the clothes is expensive

(Yo, I Ride Slow)

These hoes with the nose in my business

(Yeah, I Ride Slow)

Nigga

(Yo, I Ride Slow)

These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time

In time you'll find that I'm a fossil

Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo

Insane in the membrane!

I Ride Slow, live fast. Small time and big cash

Cut corners, cut loose, cut class, fuck school

Had to learn though, the harder way

Pushing pennies but see a three's a 16 in my sport

Figga deal me I'm filthy I know it's greedy out here

I told you that but I made my way through it like Moses did with his staff!

Relax, and try not to step on the crack, that'll break your mothers back

On the surface I will certainly scratch

See Mac? He made this from scratch, just imagine what we could do with a flick of the wrist

Your puppets anyway, let's say I'm playing ventriloquist

Go this a way, go that a way, I'm scatter brain with this shit

What's that a K? Put that away, no weapons formed against, me... shall pass

Remember that? I'm biblical with this shit

The tales from the Crip, on the soul of Sunday schools finna flip

Oh! (blow)

The cameras gone so bring the acid tabs along and let's all gather round and sing my fucking song!

Yo, I Ride Slow...

Check!

I Ride Slow, sparking like (?) a pyro

A psycho, Xannys in my cup before I pour a fo'

You nacho, mean a nigga put cheese on you

Pulling up no headlights but there's read beams on you

Apostle, smoking on this dope my brain colossal

Helps out the flow to do tricks like a brothel

Roll the lace with Angel Dust and pages of the bible

Survival tactics, target practice if you lacking it get drastic

Caskets If you niggas talking ass backwards

Up shits creek with a tissue paddle, OG Kush make a nigga chest rattle

Call your number like you just won the raffle

Nigga you Snapple sweet come fuck with me it's casualty

Turn you into vegetables (?) dropped the celery

The reality is all you niggas fictitious, smack you

With the hand of satan cause you need some sanitation

Any nigga hating we gon' turn them to a raisin

One nigga, 30 clip, turn your brain into bacon bits

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

(I Ride Slow!)

(I-I-I Ride)

(I-I-I Ride)

Niggas talking about all this lean shit, nigga I been sipping this shit since... been sipping this shit

(I Ride Slow)

Niggas wanna tell me about 2 cups, 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, that's what I be talking about see? fuck it

(I Ride Slow)

(These rhythms of visions of me living colossal, ahead of my time

In time you'll find that I'm a fossil)

Soulo

*Hail Mary melody*

La-la-la-la-la

Do you wanna ride or die?

(I Ride Slow)

What do we have here now? Run quick see

Come with me, come with me

(Hail Mary)

Come with me, come with me

(Hail Mary)

La-la-la-la-la

(I Ride Slow)

I heard they stopped making Actavis...

(You know when I heard that?)

While I was sipping Actavis!

Fast life, slow motion in my double cup

The screw give me drive like a flat-head, every fill up

I must be Captain Phillips

These niggas don't speak my language

Residue on my debit card, don't tell my moms

That it's a lot more than marijuana in her son

I walk on the dark side, only to shed light where they ain't no sun

Deadline Snapback on my mind, I ain't suicidal I'm just fly

My rhymes, Ciroc and Ayahuasca would you like a sip?

Enlightenment from a low life that's, more than likely hot

What I do with 8 zips nigga? You don't know the half

All these lines add up like a motherfucking graph

Rap as if I had 2 left feet, tryna walk a righteous path

So here's a question that I ask...

What's a negative with no plus?

A Benz with no bus?

A curse with no gift?

Who's God with no us?

Delusional, murder marsupials when I puke a flow

Put my dick in witches from the Crucible

I'm hard to get a read on, that pussy shaking, Parkinson's Disease on

Pardon me I sneezed, blessing conscious as I speak freely

Death just called homie, breathe easy

Loaded gun in front of me

Shoot soul right out of Soul, yeah you my homie you...

Ay-ay-ay-ay

Fuck off! Maaaaaan

(I Ride Slow)

(Stop sniffing on that God-Damn bleach is what you need to do)

Man don't talk about the potency of my pack

I snort dope, it's mixed with Crystal Meth and gastric bypass

Satan's blood in my swag

Nobody is high as, and These Days the iPad

Will tell you that your life will be no longer than an eyelash

And then float away

(I Ride Slow)

Good luck!

Yo Doeburger man