[Intro]
(Spoken, low) Yeah — Lyra on the boards. OTF. This one’s for Isaac.
Ad-libs: OTF! For Isaac! Ride for Isaac!
[Verse 1]
Corner store lights flicker, 2AM, iced coffee cup
Bent chain on the dashboard, cassette scratched, layin' dust up
I keep a worn cap on the dash — his name stitched in the seam
Bar four: Lotti talkin' loud but he foldin' at the scene
We move like shadows past the subway, sneakers squeak, concrete hymn
Graffiti halo on the alley where we marked him in the wind
Bar eight: DD said he’ll ride — knuckles white, heart colder than chrome
Promise carved on the bench: we carry him, we won't let him roam
Night radio loops a laugh, a sample pops between my lines
Streetlight halo, mailbox full of midnight outlines
Bar twelve: I punch a rhyme so heavy it makes the pavement listen
Play the tape back, his voice in the static — the city starts to glisten
We trade smoke for stories, every memory a spark we keep lit
Bar sixteen: Punchlines land like thunder — this life don't quit
[Pre-Chorus]
In the rearview of the block, I see his steps repeat
Call it family, call it blood — call it every heartbeat
Short hook: Ride for Isaac (Ride, ride)
Ad-libs: OTF! For Isaac!
[Chorus]
mon pote me manque mais la douleur est ferme le batard de Lotti a peur de la fight mais dd pourra se fight pour toi le otf est là pour toi le monde acclame pour toi
(Tag) Ride for Isaac — (Ride for Isaac) ad-libs: (OTF!) (For Isaac!)
[Verse 2]
We clock the corner where he sold them jokes for change, now it’s empty shelves
I spit verse like receipts, detailed lines like index of ourselves
Smoke rings map his laugh above the pavement like a comet tail
Bar four: I hit a simile that folds Lotti's bluff into a paper sail
Cigarette ash falls like confetti over a photograph torn
Bent bicycle bell, the park bench they stole the dawn from
Concrete roses by the stoop, nicked lighter, name on the lid
Bar eight: I flip the script — he taught me how to move when the night's rid
DD keeps the roster tight, shoulders taut like a spring
We ink his name in alleyways, every chorus — every ring
Bar twelve: I stack syllables, multis on multis, cadence like a clip
Punchline: He ain’t gone, he’s the echo in the strap on the whip
Kick the door, we bring the light — flash the city like a film
Bar sixteen: Final bar slices air — we carry more than just his name, we carry will
[Pre-Chorus]
Concrete choir hums his chorus, sirens dip but we remain
Short hook: Ride for Isaac (Ride, ride)
Ad-libs: (For Isaac) (OTF!)
[Chorus]
mon pote me manque mais la douleur est ferme le batard de Lotti a peur de la fight mais dd pourra se fight pour toi le otf est là pour toi le monde acclame pour toi
(Tag) Ride for Isaac — repeated shout, call & response: Who we ride for? For Isaac!
[Bridge — Half-time, sparse drums, piano loop]
(Leader) We plant his name on every corner, (Crew) we plant it like a flag
(Leader) One light, one bench, one set of footprints — (Crew) we got the bag
Flashback: the corner store,
