Me and My Old School

Ride, ride, ride clean

If you, if you ride old, ride slow

Candy, candy paint, slammin' these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow

Ride old, ride slow, slammin', slammin' these doors

I remember way back in the day

All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes

Crushin' hoes, slammin' doors while the chassis shake

From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass

Can't be turnin' on a dime cause the rims scrape

Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take

That's my prized possession in recession kept me

straight

Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday

to Sunday

Just me and my old school

Ain't nothing changed, still the same country bumpkin

M-I crooked Super Southern don't be trippin' on my rims

I'd rather sit higher than bald eagles on shoulders of

giant people

If I'm gon ride hell I don't know about them

Poppin' my collar rockin' gators fuck some Prada

Be a scholar of this pimpin' to the very very end

Forever official like words out the scripture

Off the Richter, saw the future out my rear-view lens

Just me and my old school

See it ain't just a car, it ain't just a whip

It's a time machine, it's a spaceship, it's precious

You gotta take your time, you can't be rubbin' on them

curves

And hittin' them potholes

You gotta ride clean and ride slow

Me and my old school

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