Lil Ride
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Lil Ride

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Yeah

Free Juelz Santana

Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

What you doin' with that strap lil' boy?

Don't be moving like that lil' boy

Stay up out the trap you don't know

What you doing with them packs lil' boy

It's some niggas really like that

And they might make you adapt lil' boy

Listen let me gather your attention real fast

Take in all the details this gon' go real fast

This a tale about a kid they call him Lil' Ride

A lot of real niggas wanna kill him real bad

Petty little bastard, known to give them big shit about some little cash

If winning was a race in life he bound to come in last

He catch you down bad, do what he askin'

Don't get blasted 'cause he'll kill you real fast

Living life in the fast lane, whole dash

Hit a lotta licks ain't never made no stash

The last come first they say the first come last

Okay let me make you feel him real fast

Grew up they was robbin' they was killin' real bad

Nigga moms cracked out, whole apartment trapped out

Smoke and split that, diming out

He ain't never felt no love

Sisters, brothers, slimed him out

Slapped him all around the house

Went outside, frownin' out

Cryin' rivers, drownin' out

Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out

Ignore them, they sound them out

Watch they moves, he played the cut

He stayed round about

All he knew was them few blocks

Whatever went down in the hood, he seent the shit

Never had his hand out 'cause he watched niggas leech the shit

He rather take, he don't mind dressin' in black to creep for it

Watch them all and it wasn't long before he learned their weaknesses

First time robbin', it went left 'cause he was starvin'

Poor man ain't move right he threw a bullet in his noggin

Young and paranoid as fuck

Feeling like he out of luck

Then threw the gun, he on the run now for five-hundred bucks

Nigga barely got some cash, thinkin' 'bout his past

Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last?

Clutching on it while he get high 'cause he know he in some shit

Wanna disappear and only way he know is hit a lick

Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, tryna find a route

Cuz prolly stashed a whole brick or two at nana's house

The slowest week he move a half a brick a day

Plan was get to nana's quick enough to grab the work and get away

Nana senile and she ain't seen him in a while

Noticed who he was 'cause he was reeking of the loud

Cuz don't even smoke nigga, 'cuz never been broke

And cuzzo been playing with thousands

But ain't never been no joking, and niggas know that

If you got a bond with family why would you blow that?

Ride snuck his ass straight to the basement where that dope was at

Gave nana the longest hug and kiss and said I'm coming back

He ain't never coming back, cuz see his brick snatched

Had them bitches give rap, ain't no guess who did that

Now he ready to kill Ride, cuz parked right outside with his Mag'

Tears, blood in his eyes, lil' nigga got no ties

He ain't linked with no guys

Cuz sliding and he on that 'til he gets some answers

Streets ain't got no love, nigga will kill his own blood

Murder his ass in cold blood, like that ain't his whole cousin

And he don't give a 'fuck bout repercussions

He forever thugging, Meeka slugging

Slutting thugs, but she fucking ride now

Texting said he feelin' sly

Thinkin' shit done died down

Ready for a homicide that bitch up on his side now

And he'll kill his bitch before he let a nigga fire him down

Hood know she fuckin', Ride love her like a sucker though

Put a selfie on her page tryna blow his other hoes

Uh-oh, he ain't let her know

Shoulda let her know that he was wanted

Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on him

See straight through her hallway, cuz going all the way

Said fuck his guilty conscience he gon' do this broad day

All his younger life been havin' hard days

Put the car in park go put a spark in cuz heart

So they can part ways

Thinkin' 'bout the days when they used to play

Damn, prolly could have put him on some smart plays

Then he think of hustling how he got this shit the smart way

That's why he can't spare him

There he go he 'bout to walk his way (aw, yeah)

Ayy, ayy, cuz

Ayy check it out come here

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