Tobe Nwigwe
RIDE
[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ouu
Yeah

[Verse: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, if you roll with me stiff
If you roll with me you solid
I got a scholarship I went to U.N.T
Then I brought my whole hood to college
Look half my partners mobbin'
But I treat them just like fam
Don't ever get it confused I love God
But you can still catch these hands
Look Boppas told me I'm the man
I just chose to believe em'
I met God got real with fat
Then I told the Boppas I don't need em'
Gave em' early dismissal
Earned my stripes like officials
I don't flow boy I spit epistles
For all my partners packin' pistols
Eat the beat to the gristle
Spit it out catch the next one
I use peace for direction and got piece for protection
Ouu haters peep the progression
They get salty like Epsom
Swear the style ambidextrous
All my dawgs fly jetsons
[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe and Fat]
And it ain't no lie
And they down to ride
We create the tide

[Verse 2: Tobe Nwigwe]
My dawgs from the H astro
Got my psyche from maslow
You the type that they blast at
I'm the type that they blast fo'
Bout to cause a fiasco
Cop some merch help my cash flow
Trash rappers getting son'd
This the hey I'm ya dad flow
Everything I do macro not micro
I'm a cyclone when the mic's on
And the dice roll
They say I ate like an iPhone
I'm just tryna hit milestones
Devil call he get dial tone
I glow like Prince Akeem
And Fat my queen
She out here gettin' her Lisa McDowell on

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe and Fat]
And it ain't no lie
And she down to ride
We create the tide
[Verse 3: Tobe Nwigwe]
Yeah look catch the wave like a shore drift
Flow on point like a swordfish
I need all trash rap to forfeit
Every beat I touch make the morgue's list
Mike bout to be on the Forbes list
Jeff got the flame
Like the torch lit
And we was raised to box like a forklift
Ouu yeah so watch how you handle a king
Swear to God in my school days
I wasn't too saved
I blew Jay's no Canada team
Ouu yeah now the manner which I use my country grammer
Make em' speak in tongues like panda
Ouu they believe in me like Santa
Ouu got the juice like Tropicana
Ouu my partners touch more white than vana
Ouu hopefully they meet Hosanna
Ouu me and Fat the coldest tandem
Ouu mamma low-key want a phantom
Ouu me and Reeks be hella random
Ouu they should play this like the anthem
Ouu they should play this like the anthem

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe and Fat]
And it ain't no lie
And we down to ride
We create the tide