Ride Solo - The Game

[Verse 1]
Some nights I hop in that Impala feelin' like f_ck the bullsh_t
Ridin' down Compton Boulevard with a full clip
Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, n_ggas gettin' smoked, where I come from
And to the T Flats, it's f_ck n_ggas, they be on one
But you gotta worry about your own
N_ggas'll f_ck your b_tch behind your back and leave a knife in that motherf_cker
Infiltrate your home, same n_ggas 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_gga always passin' the bands out
Gave him a stack, sh_t ain't never enough
It's a cold world, who can you trust?

[Hook]
When your baby momma trippin' and your n_ggas on some bullsh_t
Gotta watch who you f_ck with and who you fool with
F_ck around, get murdered by a n_gga 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_ggas stole some money from a n_gga, he was trippin'
That's why you never bring your homeboys where you livin'
Chose the wrong path, thought a n_gga wouldn't find out
Laid up in LA, using the b_tch as a hideout
Couldn't tell em sh_t 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_gga 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_ggas on some bullsh_t
Gotta watch who you f_ck with and who you fool with
F_ck around, get murdered by a n_gga 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 3]
Comin' home from the studio, n_gga on your couch
Talkin' to your baby mama, f_ck is that about
Raise a eyebrow, but you let the sh_t go
She a cold ass b_tch, n_gga, everybody know
But not at in the beginnin', she was fine as hell
So you went in her, f_cked up, thought you had you a winner
And little did you know, she had n_ggas on the side
Tryna be a family man, had to let the sh_t ride
Whole damn time, b_tch thinkin' she was slick
On top of you but mind on another n_gga d_ck
Only think she ain't do was bring a n_gga round your kids
B_tches ain't sh_t but that's just how it is

[Hook]
When your baby momma trippin' and your n_ggas on some bullsh_t
Gotta watch who you f_ck with and who you fool with
F_ck around, get murdered by a n_gga 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

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