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letra de ride solo - the game

[verse 1]
some nights i hop in that impala feelin’ like f-ck the bullshit
ridin’ down compton boulevard with a full clip
ain’t stoppin’ at no red lights, n-gg-s gettin’ smoked, where i come from
and to the t flats, it’s f-ck n-gg-s, they be on one
but you gotta worry about your own
n-gg-s’ll f-ck your b-tch behind your back and leave a knife in that motherf-cker
infiltrate your home, same n-gg-s you let kick it
can’t see ’em but you hear ’em like a cricket
and just yesterday ya’ll was smokin’ til he asked for a handout
since you the good n-gg- always p-ssin’ the bands out
gave him a stack, shit ain’t never enough
it’s a cold world, who can you trust?

[hook]
when your baby momma trippin’ and your n-gg-s on some bullshit
gotta watch who you f-ck with and who you fool with
f-ck around, get murdered by a n-gg- you was cool with
and set up by the same b-tch you used to go to school with
sometimes you gotta ride solo, (sometimes)
sometimes you gotta ride solo
loyalty ain’t the same
you ain’t alive if you never felt pain

[verse 2]
one of my n-gg-s stole some money from a n-gg-, he was trippin’
that’s why you never bring your homeboys where you livin’
chose the wrong path, thought a n-gg- wouldn’t find out
laid up in la, using the b-tch as a hideout
couldn’t tell em shit and every time i cried out
he left me in the middle of the street like a wideout
told ’em don’t go, but he ain’t listen, now he gone
spent the rest of the night chirpin’ the n-gg- phone
next mornin’ came, see my brother outside
tears runnin’ down his face, knew my homeboy died
and i’d be lyin’ if i say i didn’t cry
it been 10 years, still askin’ god “why?”

[hook]
when your baby momma trippin’ and your n-gg-s on some bullshit
gotta watch who you f-ck with and who you fool with
f-ck around, get murdered by a n-gg- you was cool with
and set up by the same b-tches that you went to school with
sometimes you gotta ride solo, (sometimes)
sometimes you gotta ride solo
loyalty ain’t the same
you ain’t alive if you never felt pain

[verse 3]
comin’ home from the studio, n-gg- on your couch
talkin’ to your baby mama, f-ck is that about
raise a eyebrow, but you let the shit go
she a cold -ss b-tch, n-gg-, everybody know
but not at in the beginnin’, she was fine as h-ll
so you went in her, f-cked up, thought you had you a winner
and little did you know, she had n-gg-s on the side
tryna be a family man, had to let the shit ride
whole d-mn time, b-tch thinkin’ she was slick
on top of you but mind on another n-gg- d-ck
only think she ain’t do was bring a n-gg- round your kids
b-tches ain’t shit but that’s just how it is

[hook]
when your baby momma trippin’ and your n-gg-s on some bullshit
gotta watch who you f-ck with and who you fool with
f-ck around, get murdered by a n-gg- you was cool with
and set up by the same b-tches that you went to school with
sometimes you gotta ride solo, (sometimes)
sometimes you gotta ride solo
loyalty ain’t the same
you ain’t alive if you never felt pain

- the game

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