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g herbo - lil ride lyrics

[intro]
yeah
free juelz santana
look (chase davis on the beat, yeah)

[verse]
what you doing with that strap, lil’ boy?
don’t be moving like that, lil’ boy
stay up out the trap, you you don’t know what you doing with them packs, lil’ boy
it’s some n+ggas 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 n+ggas wanna k!ll him real bad
petty little b+st+rd
known to get in big sh+t 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 k!ll you real fast
living life in the fast lane, whole dash
hit a lot of l!cks, 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 k!lling real bad
n+gga 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 sh+t
never had his hand out ’cause he watched n+ggas leech for sh+t
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 f+ck, feeling like he out of luck
then threw the gun, he on the run now for five hundred bucks
this n+gga 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 sh+t
want to disappear and only way he know is hit a l!ck
only rich n+gga 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, n+gga, cuz never been broken
cuzzo been playing with thousands but ain’t never been no joke and n+ggas know that
if you got a bond with family, why would you blow that?
ride snuck his ass straight to the bas+m+nt 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 sn+tched, had them b+tches gift wrapped
ain’t no guess who did that, now he ready to k!ll ride
cuz parked right outside with his mac
tears, blood in his eyes
lil’ n+gga 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, n+gga’ll k!ll his own blood
murder his ass in cold blood like that ain’t his whole cousin
he don’t give a f+ck ’bout repercussions, he forever thuggin’
mika sluggin’, sl+ttin’ thugs, but she f+ckin’ ride now
text her, said he finna’ slide, thinking sh+t done died down
ready for a homicide, that b+tch up on his side now
and he’ll k!ll his b+tch before he let a n+gga fire him down
hood know she f+ckin’, 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 f+ck 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, d+mn
probably could’ve put him on some smart plays
then he think of hustlin’ how he got this sh+t the smart way
that’s why he can’t spare ’em, there he go, he about to walk his way
[outro]
ayy, ayy, cuz
ayy, check it out, come here
buck (buck), buck (buck), buck (buck, ba+ba+ba+ba+ba+ba)

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