World War II (Outro)

Riviir

Compositor: R. Mitchell

Four AM and I'm still in da booth
Fully focused, writing these rhymes, meditating, spitting my truth
Niggaz want beef, I show em grief, now they calling my line begging for truce
Since a kid I been skip to my lou
Now I roll with two four fifths
Two bloods, couple more crips
And they repping the west coast
While Káy's cooking up classics in Harlem, immaculate flow like Esco
Got money in my pockets, money in the bank, money on ya head, money in escrow
My bitch giving niggaz death blow
Riviir be da illest coming out of Harlem, east side where I hold it down
Step out them Gucci loafers, place my feet on holy grounds
One of the few young niggaz to hold da crown
Like L, Mase and Cam
Don't let me spray ya man with da K in hand
Now you know we ain't playing, damn!

Hehe
It's all good when I ride through
Coming out da east side niggaaa
These niggaz ain't gon like you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
My wrist be on ice cubes
It snow, it snow, it snow, it snow, it snow, it snow
You fly, you know I fly too
Holding it down for the east side nigga
It's all good when I come through
We ride, we ride, we ride, we ride, we ride
Blowing trees out da Sun roof
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
My beats kicking like king fu
We live, we live, we live, we live, we live
We run this shit, run ya shit nigga

Haha
Just getting warmed up
My first official single now available
Stay Down by Riviir
On iTunes and Spotify
It's everywhere man, check it out
Got some new shit coming soon
Harlem
You know what it is
East side
Thank y'all for listening
I appreciate it
Be safe
Until next time
One love