Riding Solo (Prod. by #TheAnti) Video (MV)

Born and raised in Carolina nigga
Country ass nigga
Dirt roads and rebel flags
We used to burn em up
And haul ass to my grandma house
Diarrhea flow
Eat some mustard
Then go lay it down
Momma taught me how to love a queen
And to finesse a bitch
Gotta learn the difference
Imma king you on that pawn shit
3 kids, 2 cars, 1 crib
Im on that king shit
Martian Luther King dream
Far from prejudice
But all that racist shit, it still exists
2018 bitch you not riding dirty in my shit
So dust your feet off before you hop in
Brothers in the pen
I understand I used to be them
That ain't shit to brag about
Compared to 20 years at 17
Don't asked me why I changed
S/o to my lawyer now my record clean
Gahdamn
Momma imma new man
I'm non religious
Honestly the niggas ain't help me with shit
Just know that money talk and that bullshit walk
Best to believe it

I'm riding solo in the whip
Black and mild that's on my lips
Cup full of that mud
Nothing but syrup when I sip
Ion f*ck with many
So for now
This how I vent
Praying to the skies
Hoping my niggas up there hear me
Eyes on the prize
With my head up high
It got me thinking out loud
I'm riding solo in the whip
I'm riding solo in the whip

Black sheep of my family
Bumping that Goodie Mob
Being treated like an Outkast
Cashous Clay and Collard Greens
Had Carolina on the map
I'm thinking to myself
Like how can I be part of that
I won't sell my soul
So f*ck these niggas
I wont bow like a bitch
Don't trust them niggas
Them crackas dirty
They dont want me win
And I put this on my momma
I won't go like a snitch
Not even for the diamond rings
Or all the gold on my bitch
I can't trust these niggas round me
Yeah, that's something I know
Too many brothers that I know
Getting shot by their own
A lot niggas like to flex
But I can splash on my own
See I'm from dirty Carolina
On them swangas and vouges
I put that on my 89
That I won't simp for a hoe
These niggas outchea looking stupid
But won't invest in their own
Better maximize your craft
And leave them buckets alone
Cause when that cash stop
Just look at how them hoes gone fold

I'm riding solo in the whip
Black and mild that's on my lips
Cup full of that mud
Nothing but syrup when I sip
Ion f*ck with many
So for now
This how I vent
Praying to the skies
Hoping my niggas up there hear me
Eyes on the prize
With my head up high
It got me thinking out loud
I'm riding solo in the whip
I'm riding solo in the whip