Port Antonio

Album: single release only (2024)
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  • Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it (uh)

    Young Jermaine walked the straight and narrow
    Minimum-wage jobs for dinero, but still, my mind was on the zeros
    I fiend for the perks that was seen flippin' birds, so
    We was skipping church, but my eyes was on the sparrows
    Niggas flippin' pies, spendin' thousands on apparel
    Shit, I wanna shine too, I want dimes too
    Jealous niggas wanna know just how my rhymes blew
    Mano a mano, I'm Bono, I'm you times two
    Now I'm bougie, I done outgrew the fountain blue
    But never forgot the spot where I developed my plot
    The dwellin', the top, the Ville, where all my skeletons locked
    If I could do it all over, then I never would swap
    I've seen good, I've seen bad, had my melanin mocked
    I've seen lifelong friends turn to devilish opps
    I was Mike in red leather, tryna tell him to stop
    You better beat it 'fore you see the heavy-metal get popped
    He was a mean-ass wing with a hell of a shot
    But if no team draft King, he gon' bet on the block
    He wanna ball 'til he fall until the federals knock
    And sit his ass on a bench for movin' careless with rock
    You can't relate, 'less your father was not around
    And your mother went out and found someone else and then brought them 'round
    And they salaries then combine, when they married, it brought you out
    Of that poverty, then you moved to a soft little part of town
    So that when you back in the hood, you feel awkward about it now (damn)
    And your confidence start to drown
    But the rappin' gave you some positive thoughts, and you jot 'em down
    You jot 'em down

    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it
    Ride to it, ride to it

    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Yeah, uh

    Benjamin Button, Cole flows reverse time
    To find deliveries good as mine, you gotta search primes
    I'm scaling heights higher than birds can perch
    Tryin' to be something, hopin' that peace comes to my cursed mind
    One thing's for sure, that I've matured from my first rhyme
    I learned long ago, you can't please 'em all, and it hurts trying
    In this game, where all you've got is your name
    Like Durk, I'm smirkin' at niggas tryna besmirch mine
    Absurd times, where the fake get toted as wise
    I can see hate in both of your eyes, but the third's blind
    So you search lines
    But you struggle, which explains the puzzled look on the dull face as the word finds
    I hate what raps become but like do-not-disturb signs
    Can't knock it if I see it's 'bout the dough
    They instigate the fuckery because it's profitable
    But singin' "stop the violence" tunes when dudes in hospitals
    I pulled the plug because I've seen where that was 'bout to go
    They wanted blood, they wanted clicks to make they pockets grow
    They see this fire in my pen and think I'm dodgin' smoke
    I wouldn't have lost a battle, dawg, I woulda lost a bro
    I woulda gained a foe, and all for what? Just to attain some mo'
    Props from strangers that don't got a clue what I been aimin' for?
    Since the age of fourteen, Jermaine is no king
    If that means I gotta dig up dirt and pay the whole team
    Of algorithm-bot niggas just to sway the whole thing
    On social media, competin' for your favorable means
    To be considered best of live and rest, the weight of both things
    I understand the thirst of being first that made 'em both swing
    Protecting legacies, so lines got crossed, perhaps regrettably
    My friends went to war, I walked away with all they blood on me
    Now some will discredit me, try wipe away my pedigree
    But please, find a nigga out that's rappin' this incredibly, uh
    My dawg texted me, I'll share the words he said to me
    "If you refuse to shoot the gun, don't mean the gun ain't deadly," uh
    I guess in that metaphor, hypothetically, the gun is me
    I text him back like, "Guess a gun ain't what I'm tryna be, my nigga"
    They strip me of my spot, and now I'm finally free, my nigga
    They say I'm pickin' sides, ayy, don't you lie on me, my nigga
    Then start another war, ayy, Drake, you'll always be my nigga
    I ain't ashamed to say you did a lot for me, my nigga
    Fuck all the narratives
    Tappin' back into your magic pen is what's imperative
    Remindin' these folks why we do it, it's not for beefin'
    It's for speakin' our thoughts, pushin' ourselves, reachin' the charts
    Reaching your minds, deep in your heart, screamin' to find
    Emotions to touch, somethin' inside to open you up
    Help you cope with the rough times and shit
    I'm sendin' love 'cause we ain't promised shit
    My nigga

    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me, yeah
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' me
    Y'all niggas ain't- Writer/s: Cleopatra Nikolic, Dean Wynton Josiah Cover, Jermaine L. Cole, Joshua James Lloyd-Watson, Lonnie Liston Smith, Michael Holmes
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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