Rice4eveR - In real life Lyrics

West Coast, Beast Oakland, home of the A's
Place the O before the G, my chin got grays
I was here before it filled up with hipsters
Drinkin' PBR and ridin' fixies to lane splitters
Before the wine bars and lime green bike lanes
When the dubs and fonk was nothin' but China gangs
Back when Hammer used to really stay in the town
And if you pound the hieroglyphics, you was gettin' clowned
Back when Nas had a Too $hort chipped tooth
The Devil's Den whipped cars before Chip Foose
My oldest brother ran dope off E. 16th
Banked a ho, she snitched, then he got locked in the clink
I'm finna take this shit back to like 89'
Back when East Mac had not one stop sign
I'm not stuck in the past, I'm just finna gas
Like them dudes that did it before my time

Cuz I'm a rider in real life
Yeah, pay job, pay you to stay cob
But the corn come quicker when you mob
Yeah, a rider in real life
A dude'll come close to you cuz
Act like it's love, f*ckin' stick you then cut
Cuz he's a rider in real life
When you get locked on a spun
And then get released to go right back to the same run
A rider in real life
Keep sayin' that you wanna quit
But you can't cuz you're a fixture in this shit

Only right I modify the Raider logo
And throw my face on that shit cuz I'm a rider, ho
F*ck bitches and get money, it's a f*ckin' official
I kick that real Oakland shit, bitch, blow the whistle
Like a ref until I'm runnin' out of breath
Ex-crooked con, I had to Windex my steps
That means we're Charlie now, no more grab and snatch
I kick back like ten racks to expunge my rap
Most my dudes used to lean off Codine Bo
Now they can't hold jobs and they think slow
I tried to tell em' you should stick to just blowin' dro
But they couldn't, they got turn't off off that and coke
I'm happy I unhooked off drugs and I put em' down
I'd be another dope fiend slidin' round the town
Tryin' to wash your windows at the taco truck
But about this money, buddy, I'm givin' a f*ck


Cuz I'm a rider in real life
Yeah, pay job, pay you to stay cob
But the corn come quicker when you mob
Yeah, a rider in real life
A dude'll come close to you cuz
Act like it's love, f*ckin' stick you then cut
Cuz he's a rider in real life
When you get locked on a spun
And then get released to go right back to the same run
A rider in real life
Keep sayin' that you wanna quit
But you can't cuz you're a fixture in this shit


12" in the Integra trunk and I'm knockin' Danny
Brown on my way to bust a knock in Sobrante
Comin' from the lake, skatin' on I-8
80 doin' 80, exit off of 98th
Speakin' of 98, that's when I finished high school
Well, not really, I go cut class and shoot pool
Didn't graduate, got kicked out by Mr. Cho
Gettin' jumped... I was busy boxin' Danny Ho
And f*ckin' with them Cruz brothers tryin' to get my dough
Steal a car, strip the shit, and ditch it on the stroll
Next day, same shit, eat, sleep, repeat
A bowl of pho, bust a move, and go and hit the street
I'd mention more but that's dry snitchin' out my biz
Been ta' jail hella times! I'm done with the stupid shit
Yup, when I'm dead, my head stone gon' read Rice a trip
Rhymin' sick, and really rode in real life, bitch


Cuz I'm a rider in real life