Intro: Reason (us) 
Yeah, uh 
Uh, yeah 

Chorus: Reason (us) 
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit 
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit 
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit 
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit 

Verse 1: Reason (us) 
Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit 
I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith 
Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit 
Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets 
James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin 
I can bag 'least ten of your finest, I came farther 
Than a lot haters said that I could, became your father 
That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits 
Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let's be honest 
I was ballin' way before the bucks, feel like Giannis 
Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole 
Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home 
Stacks, been gettin' plenty, spittin' crack in inner cities 
Rap game, had to stick my foot in like eeny, meeny 
Miny, moe to you niggas, feel like the GOAT to you niggas 
Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait 

Chorus: Reason (us) & ScHoolboy Q
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait, wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yo)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Uh, yo)

Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q
Dance on my heels, mind business still
Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear, ride for my tears, wait
Die for my block, rise in that pot
Lead to my opps, dead in that box, stones in my bop (Woo)
God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)
How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)
Jumpin' out that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh)
Was back seatin' when loccin' was no gimme (Ayy)
Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)
Keep eatin', uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin'
Yo, we feastin', ayy, nine years in it, it's still pink, and yo
Let's go for ten, uh, belt's snuggy, he got them M's, huh? (Yeah)
Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin'
The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)

Chorus: Reason (us)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit