Ride Solo

[Verse 1] Some nights I hop in that Impala feelin' like fuck the bullshit Ridin' down Compton Boulevard with a full clip Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, niggas gettin' smoked, where I come from And to the T Flats, it's fuck niggas, they be on one But you gotta worry about your own Niggas'll fuck your bitch behind your back and leave a knife in that motherfucker Infiltrate your home, same niggas 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 nigga always passin' 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 niggas on some bullshit Gotta watch who you fuck with and who you fool with Fuck around, get murdered by a nigga you was cool with And set up by the same bitch 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 niggas stole some money from a nigga, he was trippin' That's why you never bring your homeboys where you livin' Chose the wrong path, thought a nigga wouldn't find out Laid up in LA, using the bitch 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 nigga 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 niggas on some bullshit Gotta watch who you fuck with and who you fool with Fuck around, get murdered by a nigga you was cool with And set up by the same bitch 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, nigga on your couch Talkin' to your baby mama, fuck is that about Raise a eyebrow, but you let the shit go She a cold ass bitch, nigga, everybody know But not at in the beginnin', she was fine as hell So you went in her, fucked up, thought you had you a winner And little did you know, she had niggas on the side Tryna be a family man, had to let the shit ride Whole damn time, bitch thinkin' she was slick On top of you but mind on another nigga dick Only think she ain't do was bring a nigga round your kids Bitches ain't shit but that's just how it is [Hook] When your baby momma trippin' and your niggas on some bullshit Gotta watch who you fuck with and who you fool with Fuck around, get murdered by a nigga you was cool with And set up by the same bitch 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