Kick It

I want to, ride with you
If you want it you can kick it with me
The 92’ feeling empty boo
If you want it I will save you a seat
I was raised by tv screens, imagine you seeing Drizzy
His name is still Jimmy, still rocking graphic tees
Door with a latchkey. No supervision seen
Had my first cigarette before I was even 13
A Master of deceit. Could never tell with me
I Made a pack and flipped it twice the next week
I’m not a hood guy, but do not stress me
I’ll code switch like Obama, put your ass upon some Jetskis
I want to, ride with you
If you want it you can kick it with me
The 92’ feeling empty boo
If you want it I will save you a seat
I want to, ride with you
If you want it you can kick it with me
The 92’ feeling empty boo
If you want it I will save you a seat