Lil Ride

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Free Juelz Santana
 Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
 What you doing 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 (uh)
 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 get in big shit about some little cash
 If winning was a race in life, he bound to come in last
 He cut you down bad
 Do what he ask and don't get blasted
 'Cause he'll kill you real fast
 Living life in the fast lane, whole dash
 Hit a lot of 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 robbing, they was killing real bad
 Nigga mom's cracked out, whole apartment trapped out
 Smoker, spent, all down and out, he ain't never felt no love
 Sisters, brothers slammed him out, slapped him all around the house
 Went outside frowning out, crying rivers, drowning out
 Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out
 Ignored him, they sound him out
 Watched they moves, he played the cut, he stayed round about
 All he knew was the few blocks whatever
 Went down in the hood, he seen the shit
 Never had his hand out 'cause he watched niggas leech for shit
 He rather take, he don't mind dressing in black to creep for it
 Watched them all and it wasn't long before he learned their weakness
 First time robbing, they went left 'cause he was starvin'
 Poor man ain't moved 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
 This nigga barely got some cash, thinkin' bout his past
 Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last?
 Clutchin' on it while he get high 'cause he know he in some shit
 Want to disappear and only way he know is hit a lick
 Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, trying to find a route
 Cuz probably stashed a whole brick or two at Nana 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's 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 broken
 Cuzzo been playing with thousands but
 Ain't never been no joke 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 kisses, said I'm coming back
 He ain't ever coming back
 Cuz see his bricks snatched, had them bitches gift wrapped
 Ain't no guess who did that, now he ready to kill Ride
 Cuz parked right outside with his MAC
 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 get some answers
 Streets ain't got no love, nigga'll kill his own blood
 Murder his ass in cold blood like that ain't his whole cousin
 He don't give a fuck 'bout repercussions, he forever thuggin'
 Mika sluggin', sluttin' thugs, but she fuckin' Ride now
 Text her, said he finna slide, thinking 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
 Should've let her know that he was wanted
 Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on it
 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 having hard days
 Put the car in park
 Gon' put a spark in cuz heart so they could part ways
 Thinking 'bout the days when they used to play, damn
 Probably could've put him on some smart plays
 Then he think of hustlin' how he got this shit the smart way
 That's why he can't spare 'em, there he go, he about to walk his way
 Ayy, ayy, cuz
 Ayy, check it out, come here
 Buck (buck), buck (buck), buck...
 

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Duration
04:11
Key
7
Tempo
160 BPM

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