Girl got her own

GIRL GOT HER OWN

(West Coast Ride)

Real ones ride forever, yeah, that’s the code,

But girl, ride for yourself, stay in control.

Stack your chips, guard your soul, don’t get overthrown —

God bless the girl that’s got her own, yeah.

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Sixteen, Janice thought she found her king,

Money, cars, diamond rings, he promised everything.

Told her “drop them books, you don’t need no plan,

I’m the meal ticket, baby, I’m your man.”

Fast forward — now she got three kids,

Dreams on pause while he handled biz.

But the streets caught up, he caught that case,

Life in prison — now she face to face

With the truth: no skills, no cash flow,

First day job, she movin’ mad slow.

Life hit hard but she had to grow,

Built her faith, turned pain to gold.

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Real ones ride forever, yeah, that’s the code,

But girl, ride for yourself, stay in control.

Stack your chips, guard your soul, don’t get overthrown —

God bless the girl that’s got her own, yeah.

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Look — don’t get caught in a candy trap,

Sweet now, but it all collapse.

Future ain’t promised, that’s a fact,

Keep a goal, keep a map, stay on track.

Momma may have, pops may give,

Boyfriend pay but it’s your life to live.

Get your paper, finish school, build a throne,

Keep your eggs spread out, don’t break ‘em in one.

When the world spin back, you gon’ stand tall,

When the checks stop coming, you gon’ still ball.

Faith in God, grind in your tone,

Blessed be the girl that got her own.

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Real ones ride forever, keep your crown,

Don’t let no one come and pull you down.

Stack your dreams, make ‘em known,

God bless the girl that’s got her own — ride on.