Lil Ride is a gripping urban tale based on G Herbo's song "Lil Ride," diving deep into the gritty realities of street life. The short story follows a young hustler, Lil Ride, as he navigates the dangerous underworld of his hood, chasing money and power but haunted by his past and the choices he's made. From small-time licks to high-stakes robberies, Lil Ride's life spirals out of control, culminating in a final betrayal by the person he least expects-his own blood.
In this fast-paced and raw narrative, readers will witness Ride's rise and fall, exploring the consequences of loyalty, greed, and survival in a world where trust is scarce, and every decision could be your last. Told from a cold, reflective narrator's perspective, Lil Ride is a story about ambition, heartbreak, and the harsh price of living life on the edge. Perfect for fans of authentic street fiction, this tale leaves a lasting impact, filled with vivid characters, tense scenes, and an ending that hits hard.
"Where the hustle brings the dollar."
In a city full of money, sex, and drugs..you will get swallowed whole. In Amir Brooks and Asshir Robinson's perspective, the only shit getting swallowed is their nut. Two young hustlers from the dirty south with a plan to take over the whole country. The streets, and hustling is all they ever knew, but what happens when the women in their life want more from them? Their minds are only on that paper, and how to keep their home-front happy. But what happens when..the streets keeping calling them? Will they slow down and think of the bigger picture? Or, will the streets replace the ones they truly love?
Kauner Wright and Milan Johnson have it all. When I say all..I mean from the careers right down to the men. Being young successful Black women comes with mo' problems then you can think of. One of the issues is their obsession with street niggas, and the perks that come with it. What happens when their lives are starting get tested in more ways than one? Kauner and Milan love their men, but we all know the streets don't care who you love. Will the girls fold or stay behind their men?
The streets ain't never love nobody, and never cared about the ones in it. Welcome to Traplanta.