DJ Don Cannon - Ridaya lyrics

I put numbers on the board, of course I'm coming with the force, while these n***as are forced All these rappers are lost, and people follow them So what do that mean? It's just the whole group is lost, all ignorant teens Still I'm thinking, where's the kings and the queens? Doctors and lawyers? Cause we ain't seeing builders, but seeing plenty destroyers And music only annoy us, this viper is like made of poison It shoot like, bread and oy with this boy, you shouldn't toy with this Hot for a minute, then you gone like it's boilers This boy'll hurt any, no pity when he getting berserk Spoiler alert: The wickedest prick, or get them urked Then sit with a smirk, cause they thinking little like a smurf It's my turf, wish you the worst if you step in it Get out of my section, I'm setting up for a bunch of wins Remember I was tumbling, just trying to get up again Then I started buzzing, went light-years in front of them f** getting a Woody, the Grammy's I gotta get em in The rap act, catch em this cat is been wrecking em These lines help me paint, and y'all n***as still sketching em I'm still ill, with n***as' chicks they not threatening I never learned my lesson, and I guess I never will Cause I tried to change tomorrow, but the past'll run a mill Like the last deal, that I went and did with Ma** Appeal They can't believe in a n***a, so I know nobody feel Cause they ain't believe in Martin, and they ain't believe in Malcolm Took two different routes, still they found the same outcome So f** it if they doubt, son Imma be outstanding I'm already ready for the clown, like mountains No he reeking, believe I got the loud and Mountain OC for the tree and the rounding Now I'm OD, and it's seeking around And still I'm never weak and my vision ain't clouding They sneak, so they clowning, but you'll witness the Emperor My words'll give em chills, like a Christian in a minister k**ing like, sinister n***as quite, miniature Ship em like, visitors And them light, prisoners I just do what I do, like signatures We not similar, Imma pop like it's finisher Got the kind of lines to strain a mind, trivia Letting n***as slide, now it's time to get ridaya Ridaya, ridaya