[Intro]
You know, when I was little, I used to look to my father and say, "Hey, Daddy, how come them other coconuts got fuzz on them and I don't?" and he said to me, "Son, one day you'll grow up and be fuzzy like the rest of them coconuts," and I said, "Daddy, I don't necessarily want to be fuzzy, I wanna ride, like the mother fuckin' Rydas, mother fucker."
[Verse 1]
On the day I was born, I got slapped on the ass
I pulled a .44 and chopped that fuckin' doctor in half
And I got a little ski mask when I turned eleven
On my twelfth birthday, I got that AK-47
Now heaven is a mystery to me, but I'm so far gone
I keep that licorice with me, your candy's mine, homes
My whole life I've been bred for the game
Baggin' dames, slang, keg, and always ride with the thang
[Verse 2]
Comin' up young, always knew I'd be a crook
Straight up off the aper streets, that white power learned to cook
Was eleven years old when I sold my first slab
Thirteen, that's to me, hustled right up into rehab
They let me out, teenagers gotta get paid
Bought my first pistol, killed me first man the same day
Was born to die before the twinkle in my daddy's eye
Kicked up out my mama's ass, Yung Dirt was born to ride
[Chorus]
On these every damn streets
On these every damn beats
This damn chain on my neck
I put the whole game in check
This damn money that's mine
Every dime, every time
Born to ride
[Verse 3]
Ever since a young buck, never hesitate to put 'em up
Tossin' signs, wavin' the colors, that's what's up
Only fuck with talk and trust and crack a motherfucker's head
If he refuse to hear me when I say I'm ridin' 'til I'm dead
I was born to be the one that your cousin wanna emulate
Mama wanna fuck, and your sister wanna date
Don't hate, mother fucker, she know I was born to ride
Switches on that black truck hittin' side to side
[Verse 4]
Sideways swerving, gas peddle masher
Ideas of gettin' money spreadin' through my like some cancer
Raised no good for society, but number one in the streets
I feel me and mine in trouble, I pull the heat
I ain't scared a little time, it's just time
Especially when it involves for gettin' down for my grime
It's all I do, bitch, it's all I was born to do
Ride or die, give me more crews to run through
[Chorus]
On these every damn streets
On these every damn beats
This damn chain on my neck
I put the whole game in check
This damn money that's mine
Every dime, every time
Born to ride
[Verse 5]
Born to ride, ready to die, if somebody low
Passin' heat out in the street, and when I smell gun smoke
It kinda take me back to when I was younger
Watchin' the police shootin' at my pops and my brother
I got a gat when I was bigger, with anger to pull the trigger
So don't fuck around with Shank, 'cause a Ryda's a real killer
This Glock is a real skrilla, underground in the streets
Straight jackin' for them candy whips and fat-ass beats
[Verse 6]
I was born for shootouts and scootin' in a hurry
Blood on my windshield, smearin' and blurry
My mama was born to worry, wronged by the jury
I was born to be a Ryda 'til I'm gone and buried
Rydas chase cheese like we faced with a disease
Store manager on his knees, my trigger squeezed
A hooliga, fuck school, it's ride or die on the grind
And to this day, ain't shit changed my mind
[Chorus]
On these every damn streets
On these every damn beats
This damn chain on my neck
I put the whole game in check
This damn money that's mine
Every dime, every time
Born to ride
[Outro]
See, basically, the moral of the story is you can't be taught how to ride, baby. It's like hazel eyes, either you was born with it or you wasn't. Look at that Jaguar out there in the parking lot, got them thirty-two inch rims on it. Baby, I was born with them, I didn't acquire them. I was born to ride. Yeah, pass me that dro, mother fucker
