Joyride - To the Beat lyrics

[Verse 1 Nick Lupi] We steady rock for the lost causes That flock, like what you got for us Set it off like we got orders Now we tryna take the show across borders Lock up your scotch and your daughters sh** on my off days, I could mop the floor With most y'all so-called hot shot performers You think you god's gift, you can walk on water A tall gla** of water, what the doc ordered I used to think I was a baller What a shot caller I would hit it, then not call her Take a look at what that got for ya Just to learn, locking down a good girl, that's a tall order You ain't good enough, not for her You a spin bowler, in the top order That clear enough for ya? That mean you outta your league And what I speak get em out of their seats And the beats keep on pounding when you out in the streets You feel it down to your feet Doubters can get down on their knees Man it's sweet, we out here for keeps, and for freaks And for the music you can feel real deep Know what I mean? [Hook Solo] Used to scheme how to break through to the beat Now the whole team make moves to the beat Could never do what we do to the beat We pay dues stay true to the beat Mo fire add fuel to the beat So you better play it cool to the beat Cos their ain't no rules to the beat Cept we don't suffer fools to the beat True indeed [Verse 2 Joyride & Jimmy Nice] No six pack but I been strong They call me the King Kong of sing song Cos any track that Joyride been on Turns rappers' careers to black Like windows with the tint on While your girl's hitting on these white balls like it's ping pong That Ai Fukahara steez While you sleeping cheap knock-offs like you Balinese So I'm gonna have to ask you to pardon these nuts While I put my team up Well it seems One Day got the scene sussed And Y'all just seem suss And plus, we make it look easy bruz Y'all ain't f**ing with us Just lay back and chill, here's some real sh** for ya Still I shot to k** when that real paranoia get into ya Do you reckon I'd ever come in second when One any given record I crimininally wreck it, record deals Helped you afford those chrome wheels But nobody in your ride knows how that drive feels If you walk a mile in mine for real You tryna escape a bushfire in higher heels Ask yehiel if his homie's been a live wire Tryna climb skies higher than the ones that I admire Your memory is random access, my memoirs be cla**ic Best bars on both hemispheres Relax kid my team got it from here And the next year, then next year, then next year [Hook] [Verse 3 Kai] Find me listening to Santana, with my bad b**h In Atlanta, talking my sh**, oh grandma I hope you wouldn't mind my bad manners But my dilemma, is we all addicted to that glamour I came to get it motherf**er, did I stammer? So get back in line lil amateur It's that time, yeah it's that time Oh is that the game? well I think that's mine Better wind back the clocks if you want sh** on rap time Cause the future looking brighter than a f**ing bat sign Give it back? Nein, no never, I'm so clever No hablo, but I'ma push it like Pablo Take a sip of agua, not trying to be aggro You just gotta know I'm on a higher plateau I'm down at Better Daze getting blazed with Raph though Cook up a cla**ic in an hour flat Long as the clique bounce, man I'm proud of that Cause who else we do it for? I'm just trying to make you feel okay Cause I know how strange these days be And when you come around my way You talk about how your life got crazy But we gon work it out one day [Hook]