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LA Ryda

LA Ryda is a musical artist with a distinct style rooted in hip-hop and rap music. They are known for their energetic and charismatic performances, and their lyrics often reflect personal experiences and the realities of street life. LA Ryda's music is driven by catchy beats and strong storytelling, making them a compelling figure in the rap scene. more »

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Niggas know I'm better
Nigga, no you better pay attention
Cuz my flow irregular, from the west
Make her hit them notes, like she Snoh aalegra
I was off a fifth of that Remy martin
When I wrote this letter
But when you look in my eyes
Realize there's no one better
Praising god
Since I made it, these days been going better
Not knowing better, been blowing cheddar
On diamonds every first and fifteenth, easy lick
When them niggas run down on you
Look, just know it's pressure
Look I hope you never have to live With all the pain that a nigga been feeling
Down and out from all this drank
That a nigga been spilling
False realities make niggas think that
If they sound like drake, then a nigga been killin'
I know what I say could sound like hate
But a nigga been chilling
You can sign to Roc
But you ain't Jay, even if you big pimpin'
You can make Ether and still get dropped
Even if it was written
You been out searching for love
But still be out tricking on bitches
I know I'm rambling
But y'all boys gotta feel me a minute
You can get shot over 'caine one day
And still be a menace
I felt like dying the other day
I might kill me a nigga
You can hang around these white hoes
And still be a nigga
Bottom tier niggas been getting hot
But I'm still getting bigger
Niggas been tryna send shots
Bitches tryna fill me liquor
Lick a few shots, I feel like Pac
Cuz when you see niggas rolling
You'll still get the picture
This feeling is unmatched, by gun claps
And niggas thinking they hard
But too scared to punch back
Niggas sell one rap
And think they Big Pun, facts
Two years later, now yo pockets dumb fat
Three years later, ain't nobody really tryna bump that
This feeling is brought to you by Mr Ryda
From where bitches will think you on
Now they tryna get beside ya
A year later you fall off
Yea, you was BIG
Until them hoes hypnotized ya
This shit is fire, but hell's hotter
Inspired by niggas that went from
Shell toes to red bottoms
Good Kids rubbing elbows with
Drug dealers and head shottaz
Back when we was rocking true religion
Like the feds watching
Now we killing off everybody
I don't know who's watching over me
But I know this lead got me

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