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letra de for the ride - kid humphrey

[intro]
color wheel, it’s k-hump, better turn your speakers up man, its for the ride, i really hope your cruising to this one

[verse one – kid humphrey]
a million is the goal, but so far i haven’t made sh-t
kick the b-ss right into your face, get your -ss back into place
slow and steady wins the race, but i’m just speeding too d-mn quick, in my ride, hit the road, catch a fist for breaking the code
its color over all and i’m always reppin’ the wheel, i’ve stained the game and made my name without help from a deal, i just come into your crib, find a b-tch that i can steal, cause it’s k-hump mother f-cker and my middle name is real, its for the ride, i’ll be the guide, take a tab your eyes go wide, i just supplied the main trip, i’m f-cking with your main b-tch, but now shes mine cause that’s who i am, i’m walking in, they play the jam, i’m coloring all up on the walls just opened up my box of crayons, d-mn… tell me if you’re feeling all the color, i’ll grab a mic an ice you, i’d advise you not to utter any kind of the sh-t you talk cause i’ll make you walk the plank, my ride is a ship and the fuel is the dank, i stay spinning up on the wheel, come to me and its best to kneel, cause k-hump is the king and i’m not afraid to k!ll, grab my mic the stainless steel, hop into my bat mobile, burning rubber in my dreams and the sh-t just seems surreal, but the speakers blasting, ashing blunts, and asking to be paid at once, i smoke an ounce then light a zip, i’m flying through my f-cking trip, its for the ride, i’ve said it twice, talk to me, you’ll get a price, im living in a paradise, and im gambling with a pair of dice, check it out, i’m making green, i smoke it too, behind the scenes, i’m really on this rap sh-t, you must admit, the boy can spit, and it only took my whole life, i know that my skins white, you f-ck with me and i’m down to fight, hit you hard, you’ll see the lights, its color wheel til’ death, i got giovanni up next, it’s for the ride i’ve amplified the b-ss so now just f-cking glide, you feel the beat, the walls will shake i’m tripping b-lls for heavens sake, oh shiiit, it’s an earthquake

[verse two – giovanni]
giovanni, color wheel, b-tch.. okay
this for the ride, bet i got gas, over-night trip better pack your bags, ya’ll tryna make the old flow come back, i miss some and i better bet you miss that, but that won’t work, giovanni kosher, better make your lungs feel thicker than a bratwurst, i just spit what i write what i thought first, spit so much need some god d-mn cough syrup, ohh
it’s your favorite mother f-cker with the illest flow, you feel this though, i’ve been writing raps since i was 12 years old and ever since i found a pen my fingers they be ice-cold, when i step up to the mic i tend to go psycho, i might go cop me something sweet and it reeks, just for the ride man i got a ways till’ my peak, i be strung out on the beats, leaving me no time think, bout my priorities, pushing my head to the brink, of m-ss destruction, the eruption might cause industry corruption, when i run in goons be mumbling, when i ask they don’t say nothing, i’m just wondering if everything is just what it seems, behind an irritated bull is just a head full of steam, do you know what i mean? i’m back now rocking supreme, i could spit on anything, give me some kanye or some common then i go and drop the bomb or blow the beat up like bin-laden, or an east coast james hadden, do you get what i am plotting?
i k!lled the instrumental, lyrics coming off the mental, no the montys not a rental, this is special i be ripping this, i go hard inside my n6 not to trip on sh-t, then k-hump call me up and ask if i would spit on this, i say man this the time people find out who gio is, i wasn’t kidding now we winning, stripping your girls of linen they didn’t listen now they wishing just ask your girl how i finish
this for the ride, i wish i had time just to expose these b-tches, talking fake behind my back even tho i just got a witness, i’m the illest in the county, you can try your best to doubt me, but the evidence surrounding my lyrics are so astounding, i’m in the game steady rebounding, these points i’m not allowing, make the mvp start sounding better suited to my conscience, i just want it, i could of wished for a beamer, but i chose to go meaner, cruise around in a bughatti melon’ with the colorful dreamer, if you wish you can have it, so i’mma reach until i grab, don’t wanna make this sh-t a habit, these haters talking i hear static…

- kid humphrey

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