Kent Jones - Ride Solo lyrics

[Verse 1] Some nights I hop in that Impala feelin' like f** the bullsh** Ridin' down Compton Boulevard with a full clip Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, n***as gettin' smoked, where I come from And to the T Flats, it's f** n***as, they be on one But you gotta worry about your own n***as'll f** your b**h behind your back and leave a knife in that motherf**er Infiltrate your home, same n***as 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 n***a always pa**in' the bands out Gave him a stack, sh** ain't never enough It's a cold world, who can you trust? [Hook] When your baby momma trippin' and your n***as on some bullsh** Gotta watch who you f** with and who you fool with f** around, get murdered by a n***a you was cool with And set up by the same b**h 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 n***as stole some money from a n***a, he was trippin' That's why you never bring your homeboys where you livin' Chose the wrong path, thought a n***a wouldn't find out Laid up in LA, using the b**h as a hideout Couldn't tell em sh** 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 n***a 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 n***as on some bullsh** Gotta watch who you f** with and who you fool with f** around, get murdered by a n***a you was cool with And set up by the same b**h 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, n***a on your couch Talkin' to your baby mama, f** is that about Raise a eyebrow, but you let the sh** go She a cold a** b**h, n***a, everybody know But not at in the beginnin', she was fine as hell So you went in her, f**ed up, thought you had you a winner And little did you know, she had n***as on the side Tryna be a family man, had to let the sh** ride Whole damn time, b**h thinkin' she was slick On top of you but mind on another n***a dick Only think she ain't do was bring a n***a round your kids b**hes ain't sh** but that's just how it is [Hook] When your baby momma trippin' and your n***as on some bullsh** Gotta watch who you f** with and who you fool with f** around, get murdered by a n***a you was cool with And set up by the same b**h 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