Ride Solo - The Game

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?

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

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?»

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 bitches that you went 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

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

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 bitches that you went 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