Artist: Yelawolf Album: Trial By Fire Song: Ride or Die Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] We were thick as thieves growin up, both of us raising hell Chasin liquor with liquor, racin and chasin tail You got caught with a nickel bag, and then went to jail You sat it out for a week, cause your momma didn't have bail I rode my bike to your house, as soon as you got out Remember laughin at the cops, and then I took you straight to the spot? I moved away for some years to Atlanta, Georgia but stayed the same My troublesome attitude got me locked in an ugly chain We kept in touch every week, and I noticed the change You wanted to clean up and go to school, some day do the family thang And I was too wild to get it, admittedly so But I supported your move, no matter which way that you rolled I guess you made a good choice, graduated with honors Got a good job at the factory makin that legal dollar And as for me I got worse, I found myself in a curse Dropped out of school for a dream, a dream I didn't rehearse You hit me up cause you knew when you saw me I was bad off But I was too proud to ask for the help, cause I knew the cost But you offered a place to stay, until I could find my way You helped me go find a gig, clean up and then get it straight Never once did you tell me to stop rappin and give it up As we sat talkin on the bed of your lifted truck When you had it all, and I had nothin I'm just sayin that meant somethin Brother [Chorus: Yelawolf] If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train, headed southbound I'll never let you down I can't let you down Cause when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You would do anything to help me out You never let me down What goes around comes around [Interlude: Yelawolf] I'm just sittin here on my front porch singin This one's for my ride or die This one's for my ride or die This one's for my ride or die I'm just sittin here on my front porch singin This one's for my ride or die This one's for my ride or die This one's for my ride or die [Yelawolf] It's been a while since I seen my friend, my family and such Six months a year on the road, I never get to visit that much Even though it took me ten years to break a crack in this rock Now that I've started this movement, I got no plans to stop Now you may see me in publications, and radio placements A new truck, a new Harley, and think I forgot how I made it But ain't a day that goes by, that I don't recall the struggle I'm scared to death to go back to it, I constantly hustle I thank you for my ambition, for the strength to condition Anyone who helped me along the way, believed in my vision It takes a village to raise a child, for me it took small towns Everything that I learned from it, the ups and the downs My Uncle Buddy, he gave me a thousand dollars to make a tape Back in '02, when I could barely afford a plate And he couldn't afford it either, but he did it anyhow And now he wears a thousand dollar smile Uncle Bud [Chorus] [Interlude] - 2X