[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die
What the fuck?
All I know how to be’s a ridah
We was gettin’ [?], smokin’ out a Back, sippin’ Act
All I know how to be’s a ridah
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
A lot of suckas gettin’ credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back
Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
I lose every girl ’cause I sleep with my rifle
Always tellin’ me that I was good for nothin’
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
See my sister cryin’ they took her love away
Now I tell the world this
[Verse 1: The Jacka]
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
‘Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin’ on shows for their audience
I just [?] they wanna murder me
Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone
Hood niggas (all I know)
[?]
Stomach full of lean because we lost our way

All my niggas how we sellin’ drugs for pay
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Got me relapsin’ back to back, blowin’ out of the zone
All I know how to be’s a ridah
‘Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac
I was never good or nothin’
Whole family [?] we gotta find a way
90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
All I know how to be’s a ridah
So I gotta keep a cannon every day
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
By pitchin’ flippers, lettin’ birds fly
90 shots hangin’ off the big machine
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
Good pretenders
And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
Good pretenders

Hood niggas (all I know)
See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
See, I was raised on the curbside
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Good pretenders
Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein’ a coward was a nada
All I know how to be’s a ridah

All I know how to be’s a ridah
Make a [?] never [?]
Thug tears for thug angels, callin’ heaven their home