🎵 "Real Ones Ride Forever" 🎵
🎵 “Day Ones Only” 🎵
[Intro: Talkin’ over the beat]
Yeah… we don’t do that fake love ‘round here.
From Long Beach to the Bay, from Watts to Compton…
Day ones only. Let’s ride.
[Verse 1]
Life in the fast lane, chrome on the whip,
Money stack tall but respect’s what I grip.
Nine-to-five grind, then I’m back on the block,
Still make time for my fam, we solid as a rock.
They was there when the world tried to shut my name down,
There when the feds came creepin’ through the town.
Real talk — no envy, no snake in the grass,
If they eat, I eat, and we toast to the past.
[Hook]
Day ones only, no switch, no fold,
Through the heat, through the rain, through the stories untold.
From the dirt to the throne, yeah, we built from the mud,
Ain’t no paper or clout gonna break this love.
[Verse 2]
They my shoulder when the weight get heavy,
Pull me back when the streets get deadly.
When I fall off track, they remind me who I am,
When I’m lost in the game, they don’t judge, they just stand.
We pop bottles when the hustle pay off,
No hate in they blood, no shade when I floss.
They keep it one hundred when the rest play pretend,
From the first to the last, they my ride to the end.
[Hook]
Day ones only, no switch, no fold,
Through the heat, through the rain, through the stories untold.
From the dirt to the throne, yeah, we built from the mud,
Ain’t no paper or clout gonna break this love.
[Bridge: Talkin’]
See, anybody can smile in your face,
But when the chips fall, only the real ones stay.
No likes, no follows — just loyalty.
[Verse 3]
The world move fast, everybody in a rush,
Fake friends disappear soon as life get rough.
But we break bread, share pain, share wins,
And the circle stay tight, never let no snakes in.
They my soundin’ board when the deal look shady,
Call me out straight if my vision get hazy.
It’s more than just love, it’s a code that we live,
And the real ones? Man, they the greatest gift God give.
[Hook / Outro]
Day ones only, no switch, no fold,
Through the heat, through the rain, through the stories untold.
From the dirt to the throne, yeah, we built from the mud,
Ain’t no paper or clout gonna break this love.
[Spoken Fade]
Yeah… loyalty over royalty, homie.
West coast ridin’ —Forever
[Violin Solo]
[Final Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Violin Solo]
[Final Chorus]
[Bridge]
