The Ride

[Intro]

See when I do joints like these

I do it for the young'en in the ghetto

That you ain't go'n never hear his story

'Cause he ain't gonna make it to tell ya

So you know what's crazy?

I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me

How you gonna hate me when me and Lou just took 20 racks

And put coats on them kids back

It's 30 degrees outside

[Verse]

24, how could I ask for more?

I got my deals, it's gettin' real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure

Stuntin' every chance I get, because I had it poor

But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door

And I'm on them papers so them courts I'm goin' back and forth

Dealing with probation, man, they all said I'd be back for sure

Mommies turned to zombies from that raw

Because it's crack galore

You wonder why them babies runnin' crazy 'steady clappin' off

Gettin' life before they get pussy

Cause ain't nobody love'em so they lives get took'en

Locked in cages, have'em fighting over cookies

And lunch trays, just happy them days ain't never killed 'em

Yeah, I remember, it was a hot December

Niggas die on top of winter

Cause them kids need them toys

Well, Santa Claus don't see them boys

Or see the girls around here, there's Jack boys down stairs

No man with the big bag, just man with the big gat

Try and take your shit back cause he feel the world owe 'em

And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas

He goin' show her, that the love is there, no mother there

Just her little brother there

We wash our pain with Belvedere

And use the drugs they brung us here

We get high to get by, hot dogs, no ribeyes

With tears drip from red eyes

When ends don't meet the dead lines

The D.A. said she hate me, but I don't understand

When I just rock the show in front of 50,000 fans

I think that bitch racist, she probably in the Klan

She take her pain out on me, but she probably need a man

I took my mom from public housin', put her in the sticks

We came a long way from welfare and gettin W.I.C

That shit just made me hungry

And now we gettin' rich, and all these niggas gettin' sick

I know they wanna get me hit cause I'm ballin'

Yeah, cause I'm ballin'

[Outro]

It's like sometimes I always gotta let these type of joints go man

Just speakin' to the streets

That bitch said she hate me

I felt some type of way about that

Last night we just came out

Giving 2, 3 hundred pair of shoes to the schools

To the girls and the boys basketball teams

How you hate me?

You hate me cause I'm doin' what I'm suppose to do'

And I got that money and I'm making more money than you

Well, bitch you can hate me for that

Let's get it