Dj Dudz - RiderU2 Lyrics

I ain't got no sympathy for nan one of them
I know this life to carry, I live my life in the gym
That training room get hectic, how we survive without Tim
What's a pronoun? Nah f*ck that, they already know I'm him
Big dog on the campus, my big dog stay in Westville
All transfers, they got Lil Riek and that's where Jeff live
Why we call him Pops? He a OG, but not we weed
Why we call him Pops? He getting old, so he a OG
I can't even lie, I want baguettes on top of my wrist
I ain't talking about Kevin, I want baguettes on top of my wrist
How you miss my call? and you ridin' with Ant, ain't that OD
Ant McCall, put on for Philly, f*ck a Kyrie
I want longevity, but I ain't LeBron James
I ain't got the right design of clothes, cause I can ball mane
He on that Dev shit and he got pointers in his watch
Girls think he handsome, I ride wit Cool even when it's hot
Number zero
Yeah, I'm good at rapping, but I'm better at the hoop shit
It's my time to eat, where I'm from, can't afford Ruth's Chris
Steppin' on shit since a youngin, check my shoe list
Number zero
Don't forget three
If you do it's cool, we want 11 and 12
New AP
Too many bars we should've put him in jail
Big JT
I'm a big king, I promise I'll never fail
My dawg Ruben, the hot boy shooter, huh, carry yo Ruger
My brother go stupid
I milk the game like Mou did
Kianny, go head, f*ck with Ruben
Come spend the night, you know the room is
He in his own lane
He in his own lane, I'm bound to swerve in dawg
Preseason player of the year, introduce Merv y'all (MVP)
And Ryleigh, go head f*ck with Merv
And Molly, gon' head and f*ck with me
I stay in Lincoln Hall, but I know I can keep a G
Hygiene is a must, it happen his name Riq
We ain't savin' no hoes (not at all)
His name Nic, but not the one that coach at Bama
Ife Ingram, high flyer, he a slammer
He come from St. Thomas, but got broads in Atlanta
I can't dig it, I talked to Kim on the phone, he let me know I'm is it
Ain't toys r us, don't work for us, then stay up out our business
This shit that I done drew up, got a plan, I gotta image
I'm still a slave, I crave a chain, got diamonds in my pendant
I'm a grown-ass man, I don't give a damn if you're independent
Twitter fingers on the net, but real life they scared to pin it
I don't see you with me
You ain't a Bronc, you grab your ssattle, even though you ain't a Rider
Some bitches like apples, they did wrong, I can't side her
Uh huh uhuh, I got faith in my Rider's