Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Ride’ by 24Heavy. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 24Heavy or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, that probably Tago
Uh, I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can’t let ’em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin’ sides, and these nigga switchin’ sides
I promise I’ma ride
We can’t spare, bullets flyin’
You had the red light, his mama still can’t stop from cryin’
And my chain fell out my pocket, it ain’t no way I’ll drop a dime
I know Raytroy had it good, he never had to see a homicide
(?) ain’t see his brother die, he ain’t feel my pain
He don’t know my mama couldn’t pay the light bill and I felt that pain
When Mark had died he wasn’t breakin’ a dollar, but I tried to help ’em change
Interrogatin’, I still won’t crack even if if I was on cocaine
Got this shit from out the projects, ain’t no silver spoons
The morning after the night we slide, the only time we watch the news
I wanna comment on a nigga’s picture, but I just keep it cool
I know them pussy niggas bitches, and they know it too, that’s why I’m confused
I was thuggin’, gettin’ money when I was in school
Went to sellin’ packs from jackin’, then made rappin’ cool
Lookin’ up to rich niggas, let me rock they jewels
Got the game from real steppers, that’s why I walk with tools
Never let these bitches knock me off my pivot
DM her best friend, I’m tryna get up in her
Rapping like a expert but I just be pilin’ up dough, I’m finished
Two thousand on all my denim, I’m always working, I’m never chillin’
Make a killing off a killing, put a million on his head
Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
Give a f*ck about ‘he say, she say’ I don’t wanna hear about what they say
Then she f*ck me, said keep all the pints I’m through with sippin’ red
I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can’t let ’em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin’ sides, and these niggas switchin’ sides
I promise I’ma ride
We can’t spare, bullets flyin’
You had the red light, his mama still can’t stop from cryin’
And my chain fell out my pocket, it ain’t no way I’ll drop a dime
I know Raytroy had it good, he never had to see a homicide
I come from the bottom like the curb do
Got ’em in they feelings, it’s so personal
Ride with that fire, can’t let ’em swerve you
Gotta watch your own back, can’t let ’em hurt you
Shooters on the roof, let ’em murk you
And I, treat ’em like my son, like I birth you
When I was runnin’ through the street, it was on curfew
And all them times I held him down, I coulda murked you
Before I went and did my time in the feds
I was skippin’ school, that’s where I hide with lil’ set
I was trappin’ on Sunset, on the hill I couldn’t beg
Keep that fire by my side, you know I ain’t scared
You know how I’m prepared
I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can’t let ’em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin’ sides, and these niggas switchin’ sides
I promise I’ma ride
We can’t spare, bullets flyin’
You had the red light, his mama still can’t stop from cryin’
And my chain fell out my pocket, it ain’t no way I’ll drop a dime
I know Raytroy had it good, he never had to see a homicide
Hit a one-way, went to school, that’s the only way to go
We stopped goin’ to football practice, we found another way to score
See, I’m tired of seein’ my niggas in dirt but they ain’t from Chicago
And bih died sober, shootin’ dice, he always sayin’ I’m high-low
And my nigga who went to snortin’ coke, I remember pourin’ up in Fantas
Asking God why they tagged Geek, I don’t ever get no answers
I be wanting to get my bros out the slammer, but they ain’t like Tyson Chandler
They play today we gon’ knock they lights off, and watch ’em put down candles
I’ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can’t let ’em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin’ sides, and these niggas switchin’ sides
I promise I’ma ride, yeah