Chords for Chris Webby - Ride On (feat. Rittz) [prod. by DJ Burn One & 5PMG]

[F#] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] See now my cup is [C#m] full, my vibe is boosted, my fate is [D] undecided
But it's going down the way that I choose [F#m] it, living life up on this [C#m] stage
And it's like I'm on display, and the fans coming through when they know
[D] Every word to the songs that I fucking play
[F#m] Bang the speakers out, blood, sweat and tears are leaking out
Girls in the crowd are freaking [C#m] out, labels reaching out
Buzz is [D] peaking out, and I'm doing everything I dreamed [F#m] about
Man I think I'm on one, [C#m] saw the easy route, took the [F#m] long one
And now the game ready for this crazy white boy
Running through the rap game like Donkey Kong
Cause I be super [B] smashing on [F#m] my back with a rap attack
I'm homegrown and I grew the [C#m] roots, and it's about [D] damn time that I flew the coop
So motherfucker let me show you what this new kid [F#m] do
Living through the roof and I'ma hold my own
[E] CT down to the bone, [F#m] so anywhere I'm going, you know I'm coming back
Cause that's how you always said it, in a place like home
So then I'm gone, gone
Life _ long, yeah
_ _ _ Anywhere you wanna go
Got my foot up on [E] the pedal till the sun [F#m]
goes down
_ I just hop up in your driver's seat and ride [E] _ [F#m] on, _ yeah
_ _ Anywhere you wanna go
We be riding on
[C#m] We be riding on
[F#m] We be riding on
And we be riding on
I'm here to do my thing
So what you really know about that [A] shit?
[D] Good kid in a fucked up game
CP still packed from [F#m] the last trip
Like this and I feel alright
[C#m] Turned around my life
[F#m]
Started from the bottom, now I'm in the middle
Sitting first class on a flight and I still got [A#] fight
As long as I got a mic I [Bm] recite the type of hype shit that'll spark [F#m] ignite
Set the world on fire when I give it a [D] light
You never heard no one like this in your life because [F#m] I go so hard
Got these bars on me, [E] baby I'm a superstar and [F#m] the bass go raw
Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car _
Roger that, the rhyme is back
Stepping on the gas pedal when I ride a track
Real [C#m] shit, anybody that deny the [D] facts, fuck you
Ain't nobody got time for [F#m] that
Ain't nobody got time for that shit
[C#m] The same kid crashing that pit
[F#m] Respect to smack the world off of taxes
I'm in the game now, y'all better go home and practice
[B] Firework in [F#m] the sky bitch, get so high
Fuck [B] a runner, hit a pilot
[A] I'm just feeling like it really is my time
[D] This rhyme shit ain't that a week, don't try [F#m] this
At home if you ain't ready for the life this game [E] brings
Tell you whether or not you like [F#m] it
So I'm telling y'all the ups and downs
So you can see the world that I'm in
Look at me, my hot kicks
Ride _ on, yeah
_ _ _ _ Anywhere you wanna go
Got my foot up on [C#m] the pedal till the sun [F#m]
goes down
_ _ [A#] I just hop [F#m] up in the driver's seat and
[A] Ride _ [F#m] on, yeah
_ _ [D] _ [Bm] Anywhere you [F#m] wanna go
We be riding on, [C#m] we be [F#m] riding on
We be riding on, we be riding [D] on
We be riding on, we be riding on
Came close to [F#m] being known as a guy that coulda made it
Frustrated with the industry, how can I [A] motivate it?
Felt like the only loser that my parents [D] procreated
Watching homies get associated with me
Though [F#m] I'm great at being my son and the like
But it's like my name was so belated
I [C#m] was jaded when I made it, it was hard to [F#m] believe
Even harder for me now to wear my heart on my sleeve
While people judging me in the public, it's hard on the breed
The comments underneath my video, my skin had to thicken up
It's harder to describe the feeling when somebody [C#m] telling me
That my music got him through and it was feeling like [D] giving up
He standing right in front of me tearing up
[F#m] Cause he in love with his girlfriend and they breaking up
He waking up, [E] playing my music, it helps the light in the [F#m] blow
Playin' Wish and it's sleeping like 20 times on the road
Mopping the livers when they hear her getting hype at the show
I love it, ain't got no money but I'm getting through
Gotta remind myself time to time when I get into the prison mood
I'm getting paid verse, slayin' beats [D] to help out the servant
A certain vagan in Crooked, look at my [F#m] dresser room
A thousand miles away, they want an autograph
[E] He said he like my deep records and my [F#m] party track
I scribble things across the bottom half
It's Mr.
Chris Webber, you ready?
Let's hit the launchpad, let's fly
_ Yeah, [E] I'm deep
Baby, [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ now you got me
Got my foot up on [C#m] the pedal
Till the sun [F#m] gets down
Watch your side, don't be me
Tryna see me run
Ride [E] on, _ [F#m]
yeah
_ _ _ Anywhere you wanna go
We be riding on
[C#m] We be riding _ on
We be [F#m] riding _ _ _ _ on
Ride [C#m] _ _ on, yeah
_ _ _ [D] _ Anywhere you [F#m] wanna go
Ride [C#m] _ on, _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _
[C#m] yeah
_ _ [D] _ [Bm] Anywhere you [F#m] wanna go
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _