Been One Album Lyrics by Rylo Rodriguez

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System

(Go crazy, AG)
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount

Soon as we f*ck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
Niggas dissin' while they sittin' at home safe, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' nigga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
Ain't a game, I run with niggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a nigga told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
That's how they act when you famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip I have more rounds than Devin Haney
You f*ckin' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
F*ck I look like buying a ho a AP, that's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like eighty times

Free the boys

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
System hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount

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On Da Floor

I just came in, yeah
Yeah

Made my first dime, I was tryna join the Honey Bun Club (yeah, bun)
I ain't even know how many times I just joined the Honey Bun Club (how many times)
You at every party but you ain't joined the Honey Bun Club (ain't joined it)
You got a seventy ball, just touch it up, you'll join the Honey Bun Club (you'll be right there)
For the commissary, he just joined the Honey Bun Club (he still right there)
He ain't sign with Lil' Debbie, but he just joined the Honey Bun Club (yeah, yeah)
Dyin' way before I join the, "I ain't have a gun club"
How you can get the pistols in the venue, when I don't go in clubs
(Rylo, what that is? What that is?)
Switch TEC
Lil' bruh send a nigga to the doctor, they'll stitch him back (okay)
Niggas be dick riding for clout, tryna get known
I don't know who took the shit off, but I put that shit on
She ain't look like this just last month, ho, you doin' magic (yeah, yeah)
How they take the fat from out your arm and put it in your ass? (Yeah, yeah)
She havin' more paper than her nigga, he wanna get married (he wanna get married)
Everything you flexin', she bought it, you should be embarrassed (embarrassed)
Bully there to kill him, he think he pulled up to a show, uh
Shit get deep, I make lil' bro 'nem dress up like promoters
Shit get deep, we ain't picture this, tryna pay us for a photo (pay us for a photo)
Red light, green light, ho, pull out your camera, that's a no-go (that's a no-go)

We f*ckin' on the low, you know that
Do I gotta go? You know that
See his opp' and you his bro, you know that
Shoot you, up the score, you know that
Heavy what I pour, you know that
Don't fall out 'bout a ho, you know that (yeah, yeah)
He'll tell again, you know that (yeah, yeah)
He done told before

That shit en route (that shit en route)
Just make sure you at the house (make sure you there to start)
Only way it ain't go how I say (it ain't go-)
Is if you tell a mouse (is if you tell a mouse, yeah)
I don't let 'em watch me when I drop it
Let my (?)
Beat it with a hammer (beat it with a hammer), then I press it out (then I press it out)
If you learn this shit correctly
You get an extra ounce (get an extra ounce)
Or free two, three G's if we braise it off your knee (braise it off your knee)
My OG used to smoke dirty, that's cocaine inside his weed (weed, yeah)
He still f*cked while he breaths
From his neck down to his knees (from his neck down)
Beg and plead for that same high
Turned him to a fiend (yeah)
I'm a big dog, these niggas pups to me (pups to me)
They can't f*ck with me (they can't f*ck with me)
Still connected with the Mexicans (with the Mexicans)
Pull up, drug trucks on me (drive 'em trucks)
Driver charge a buck a piece (a buck a piece), we duck police (yeah)
Take em on a high speed 'fore I ever tuck his weed, nigga, you know that

We f*ckin' on the low, you know that
Do I gotta go? You know that
See his opp' and you his bro, you know that
Shoot you, up the score, you know that
Heavy what I pour, you know that
Don't fall out 'bout a ho, you know that
He'll tell again, you know that
He done told before (you know that)

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Right

I'm from the trenches, we see 12, we hit a route like Chase
Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the trap house wide open
Opps in the club, tryna have starin' matches with a nigga
Can't wait to catch him, leave him dead with his eyes open
I thought when you make your problems gon' just go away or somethin'
I know that sound a little bit crazy but that's the real
Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field
Money comin' in, I still ain't signed a major deal
Lil' bro died off a pill
No nigga ain't never popped more seals than me, I sip more lean than C
Know the game, I signed my cleats
She callin' my phone, I'm in the city, girl, like I signed to P
Yeah, he killed a nigga, he did it on camera, he ain't take a plea
I pray he beat it too
I answer when you call, but you ain't pick up when I needed you
In Houston, James Harden house, we ain't playin' hoops
Just got a message from your area code was 8-3-2
Wonder why I only get your texts when I'm in Texas

How bad you want it? (How bad you want it?)
How bad you want it? (How bad you want it?)
How bad you want it? (How bad you want it?)
If lovin' you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right (what you got?)
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried (the stories never told)

I'm so used to death, can't even shed no more tears
I'm so used to you dependin' on me for real
You have a family that I ain't seen in years
Cooler still'll get you bailed
Locked in, we ain't playin' Madden, just make sure you get the bill
Backdoor, we readin' books, hopin' he get pardoned
She text me, "Oh," I texted her "blocked," she from Parkway Garden
He rock strong, I don't feel the act
And he got bodies, but he told, that boy a killer rat
Jo like my spine, miss my lil' bros, wish I could get 'em back
I got all my jewelry, yeah, I'm posted in the trenches
Hittin' potholes, spillin' codeine in the Bentley

How bad you want it? (How bad you want it?)
How bad you want it? (How bad you want it?)
How bad you want it? (How bad you want it?)
If lovin' you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried

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Real Type

(Al Geno on the track)

You the type of nigga who go out sad, turn down them hormones
I'm the type, gon' make her suck it until she hurt her jawbone
You gon' drop that shit to make 'em go shoot out that car, huh?
And I'ma drop that shit and make a nigga go and walk down
I'm the type of nigga to drop a three inside a Styrofoam
You the type of niggas that be tryna go through that ho iPhone
You the type of niggas ain't free your bros, ain't even buy a phone
I'ma throw some shit, make strippers wanna turn that Live on
You the type, yeah, you the type, yeah, you the type (yeah, yeah)
I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type (yeah, yeah)
She the type, yeah, she the type that, she the type that
If it's smoke, nigga'll die about it, but he the type that be the type

You the type of nigga say, "Free the bros," won't even buy a lawyer
You the type of nigga that see your opps and wanna start recordin'
You the type of nigga who'll get the ups, won't even hit the target
I'm the type who can't get the gun in, then I ain't goin' in the party
You the type of nigga who gon' blow her phone up, you know she with me
I'm the type, gon' make her press the moon, go on DND
I'm the type, take a slut to the room, no Airbnb
You the type meet a slut and you a groom, and you on one knee
Y'all know every young nigga havin' motion if they 'round me
F*ck the system, hope they free all the bros in the county
That pistol in my pants, I'm the type to treat it like glizzy
You the type of nigga that be tryna fall out 'bout these bitches (yeah, yeah)

You the type of nigga who go out sad, turn down them hormones
I'm the type, gon' make her suck it until she hurt her jawbone
You gon' drop that shit to make 'em go shoot out that car, huh?
And I'ma drop that shit and make a nigga go and walk down
I'm the type of nigga to drop a three inside a Styrofoam
You the type of niggas that be tryna go through that ho iPhone
You the type of niggas ain't free your bros, ain't even buy a phone
I'ma throw some shit, make strippers wanna turn that Live on
You the type, yeah, you the type, yeah, you the type (yeah, yeah)
I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type (yeah, yeah)
She the type, yeah, she the type that, she the type that
If it's smoke, nigga'll die about it, but he the type that be the type

Yeah, I'm the type to make sure all the bros got lawyers if they ain't told
I'm the type where if the rappin' ain't work, I'd still be sellin' lows
I'm the type, got foreigns in the garage that still ain't touch the road
I'm the type of rapper you don't wanna troll, you the type to get exposed
I'm the type to touch a thousand bricks, never play with my nose
I'm the type to f*ck her and her friend and never tell a soul
I'm so the type to pick her up in Rolls and send a Uber home
Eat, sleep, and creep, don't miss a beat, that's what the shooters on
I'm the type to act like it's alright then get him wiped (slat)
You the type to act like you a opp, knowin' you ain't like that
Penny pinchin' peons, hope you niggas paid your taxes
You the type to never have it with you, really catfish

You the type of nigga who go out sad, turn down them hormones
I'm the type, gon' make her suck it until she hurt her jawbone
You gon' drop that shit to make 'em go shoot out that car, huh?
And I'ma drop that shit and make a nigga go and walk down
I'm the type of nigga to drop a three inside a Styrofoam
You the type of niggas that be tryna go through that ho iPhone
You the type of niggas ain't free your bros, ain't even buy a phone
I'ma throw some shit, make strippers wanna turn that Live on
You the type, yeah, you the type, yeah, you the type (yeah, yeah)
I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type, yeah, I'm the type (yeah, yeah)
She the type, yeah, she the type that, she the type that
If it's smoke, nigga'll die about it, but he the type that be the type

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You'll Find the One

(RicoGotThatFye)

Lil' bro, he ain't die yet, they still turned him to a vegetable, yeah
Nigga had a good heart, hope they appeal and free Lil Mega
Screenshot me, I ain't text her 'cause I know she bein' extra
I'm from the 'jects, where we put our park league trophies on the dresser, damn
Long live lil' Maji, lil' bro died off a pill
I know you ain't stab me in my back, but you will
I'm the type of nigga who would put the hood in my will
My granny had dementia, I'd give the world just to see her
Got me wantin' to break down, she don't remember who I'm is
Showin' her our pictures, like, "Granny, you don't remember who I'm is?"
Niggas dissin' on social media like we don't remember where you live
Soon as they step out, if we don't get 'em, we cool, we spin back

Doin' shows, thirty people to an arena, now the crowd packed
I see how you move, you keep the U-Haul, I'ma fall back
Missed a couple calls from the county jail, I can't call back
All that shit you postin', the feds come, they'll take all that
Told you that's her friend, you better wake up, that ho sleepin' with 'em
Show all of your partners that you love 'em 'til the reaper get 'em
Free all of my brothers, the ones who told, you can keep them niggas
Tell the world you hangin' with that rat 'fore you start beefin' with him
Ho, tell the world how you used to eat that dick, you used to be a fan
I don't trust, I done seen these bitches f*ck, get home, post free they man
I ain't listen, we just ain't on the same page, it might make me a spam
G-Wagen Brabus, this bitch got the highlights, you don't gotta see no film (RicoGotThatFye)
He done put the wrong switch on the gun, it keep jammin' on him
Just act like you killin' niggas, y'all just niggas just got a lotta attempts
My cousin payin' for studio time, his kid like, "You ain't fed me"
Engineer, he don't need no instrumental, his ass a deadbeat
Headin' to a show like thirty convicted felons trail me
It ain't cover on his bunk like blinds in jail just so they'll sleep
Crooked ass, C.O. hatin', got him sleepin' with the lights on
Niggas in the dorm jealous tellin' about an iPhone
Forgot that he got robbed, still wake up, tryna put his watch on
You'll find you one
F*ck a switch, a Glock 18
You'll find you one
The one who ain't f*cked the whole team
She'll find you one day (one day)

Lil' bro, he ain't die yet, they still turned him to a vegetable, yeah
Nigga had a good heart, hope they appeal and free Lil Mega
Screenshot me, I ain't text her 'cause I know she bein' extra
I'm from the 'jects, where we put our park league trophies on the dresser, damn
Long live lil' Maji, lil' bro died off a pill
I know you ain't stab me in my back, but you will
I'm the type of nigga who would put the hood in my will
My granny had dementia, I'd give the world just to see her
Got me wantin' to break down, she don't remember who I'm is
Showin' her our pictures, like, "Granny, you don't remember who I'm is?"
Niggas dissin' on social media like we don't remember where you live
Soon as they step out, if we don't get 'em, we cool, we spin back

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Free Game

(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

Even if we did do it, you know that I'm still innocent
Brodie, he just came home, but I got cases still pendin'
What you mean you ballin'? I could see your Jordans gettin' dingy
Soon as you miss that game-winner, watch them bleachers get empty
Can't believe we made it
Talk to my dog, see 'em in Houston soon as we leave Vegas
And I got bros who locked up waitin' to get reinstated
Them boys ain't never been in the field, them niggas Skip Bayless
Them boys ain't never been in the field, them niggas Nick Saban
Youngin' hit the road, he fill the car up with OG
I ain't talkin' bout hood legends, I'm talkin' bout weed
Class A felonies back to back, so how you got free?
Can't believe you went ahead and told, that's how they got leaked
Same niggas I slept up on the floor with talkin' 'bout me
Only thing me and these rap niggas got in common
Is we probably f*cked the same hoes
Tecktone you know I wore it first
Then a week later, they in the same clothes

Spin a nigga's block if I get mad 'bout a post
Trappin' ain't dead, you know them bags just gotta post 'em
You went and cuffed the same bitch who was had by your bro
These women f*ckin' everybody, why would I brag 'bout a ho?
I can't tell my story without puttin' you in
If I lose sleep 'bout you, then I let you win
Just promise you won't storm out if I let you in
Put ice inside my double cup (yeah)
I'm puttin' diamonds in a double cup (yeah)
Pourin' Wock', goin' clarity (yeah)
Tryin' to find a booster who can marry me
Wedding at the mall, you can marry me (yeah)

Killed his opp, 'fore his next win it's startin' to feel like a loss
His mama hate him, sister hate him too, 'cause they keep spinnin' the house
And I probably got over like twenty dead niggas in all
Some of they contacts in my phone, sometimes I give 'em a call
I was talkin' to Duke, he in the county, I ain't seen him in a while
Jail phone got him wantin' to rip that shit out of the wall
I was missin' Doris, thinkin' 'bout my auntie, she had diabetes
Used to make me shoot her insulin even though I hate needles
Kill one of us, kill one of them, keep goin', we not even
He took some pills out in his sleep, they say he not breathin'
Three zips inside a Faygo, caught a splinter from the Draco
I caught a splinter from a micro
Every time she eat steak, she want a lipo
Done with this model bitch, she just want to post a pic
And you switchin' teams like Bo Nix
We caught an opp in traffic, he ain't make it
And somethin' came out

Spin a nigga's block if I get mad about a post
Trappin' ain't dead, you know them bags just gotta post 'em
You went and cuffed the same bitch who was had by your bro
These women f*ckin' everybody, why would I brag about a ho?
I can't tell my story without puttin' you in
If I lose sleep 'bout you, then I let you win
Just promise you won't storm out if I let you in
Put ice inside my double cup (yeah)
I'm puttin' diamonds in a double cup (yeah)
Pourin' Wock', goin' clarity (yeah)
Tryin' to find a booster who can marry me
Wedding at the mall, you can marry me (yeah)

Woah-woah, woah, woah
Woah-woah, woah, woah

It was hard, momma saw me with a case of codeine
And promethazine, now I'm the codeine fiend
And my team was the coldest, everyday we rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick because we're Screwed Up Click
And I'm the
It's the Barre Baby (Barre Baby), the Barre Baby
The M-O-E from the S-U-C
It's the Barre Baby (Baby), the Barre Baby (Baby)
I got the whole wide world sippin' drank with me
It's the Barre Baby (Barre Baby), the Barre Baby
The M-O-E from the S-U-C
It's the Barre Baby (Baby), the Barre Baby (Baby)
I got the whole wide world sippin' drank with me

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On The Run

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

All this pain in my body, should I just end it now?
I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
Them hoes who ain't wanna f*ck me, now panties on the ground
I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain't even see the mound (ooh, yeah)
Don't play me like that, say you love me, gas me up and you see I was on E
You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain't tell me you was turnin' on me
Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I'm goin' in
Won't stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I'm not goin' in
I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix
I never hit not one home run but I got plenty hits

Niggas from my hood, they hatin' on me, thought they would love that shit
Niggas like my brothers, we was in the huddle, we ain't see the championship
Can't trust nobody, even 'round my niggas, I take one out the clip
They murked my dawg, I clear my bank account 'til they all get killed
I hear they talkin' but this money louder
I ride around with that raw but ain't caught no chowder
I ride around with that raw but I ain't caught no fish yet
We put a dick in every handgun, ain't gotta piss, yeah, ayy
Them guys cool but we ain't feelin', we on no buddy shit
I f*ck with ya but I can't lie, that's such a hitch
The only nigga should cuff that hoe is a deputy
I gave every rap nigga in my city, hope, what it is
Money on my mind, I can't think clear
Seventeen hunnid on the PT, I won't drink beer
No chaser
Yeah, f*ck the law, they gon' have to chase us
Hellcat, I took off on the Trackhawk, yeah, yeah
A triple of Hi-Tech red, I better not duck off
President Rollie, if they assassinate me I made it to see twenty-one
I've been eatin' low, so bad, I give my heart to anyone
Hope you don't break it like they done
Hope you don't take off like they ran
I damn near gave that, eight bands
If I didn't, then what, I'ma name your baby
I remember when I used to have twenty dollars
I ride around with ten racks like it's nothin' now, yeah
Roaches in that cereal box, yeah, we came from poverty
Best friend worked at Wendy's, that was my first robbery

All this pain in my body, should I just end it now?
I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
Them hoes who ain't wanna f*ck me, now panties on the ground
I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain't even see the mound (ooh, yeah)
Don't play me like that, say you love me, gas me up and you see I was on E
You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain't tell me you was turnin' on me
Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I'm goin' in
Won't stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I'm not goin' in
I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix

All this pain in my body, should I just end it now?
I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
Them hoes who ain't wanna f*ck me, now panties on the ground
I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain't even see the mound (ooh, yeah)
Don't play me like that, say you love me, gas me up and you see I was on E
You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain't tell me you was turnin' on me
Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I'm goin' in
Won't stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I'm not goin' in
I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix
I never hit not one home run but I got plenty hits

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Unfuckwitable

(AyJay on the track, so you know I say)

I'm a 90s' baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par
2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list on this car
Wait list on this ho, I give her back, she asked me 'bout a check
I'm NFL lit, just like Sauce Gardner, I hit the ho and jet
Could've been a realtor, got a couple houses 'round my neck
Nigga pillow talkin', know you tired of yawnin', go get your rest
Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC babies
I'm a 'Bama boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout startin' a label with Nick Saban
Say I'm in a room with a bitch, and that ho don't wan' f*ck
Like a player, I'ma call me a slut, and hit it in front of her
Fo' sho', you know my earring cost a hunnid
Your plans of playin' me, you need to cancel the shit like Donda
Give the ho a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma
Oh, you geeked still?
Day one's only, I ain't kickin' it with no new niggas, hold your feet still
Caught ya man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still
I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill'
Can't run from no switches even if he zigzags
Money on my head, I double that and put that back on your lil' bitch ass
Took a Tesla in the Tesla, the car can't get gas
No make-up, still a ten, I can't believe the lil' ho this bad
220 on the Redeye, I can't believe the car go this fast
Soon as they see that you a lil' happy, then they get big mad
Free the bros, they had got booked for playin' the cards that they was dealt
I'm from where we put in our shirts and stand on cars at the Delta
Go to Neiman's and buy the Rhude, don't tell me thank you, say you sorry
Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari
(Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari)

(Twysted Genius, baby)

On a bus, he had got bust, shit too hot for the Mega
Lil' bro fly and he be trappin', he know how to get them hoes through Delta
Hoe really green, but'll have your pockets in the red, only if you let her
F*ck you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fully
In the game, I done seen a vet' get took out by a rookie
You ain't got no aim, niggas spinned on you and mistakenly shot your brother
She fakin' pregnant, I gave her abortion money when I know I used a rubber
From the 'jects, where you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother
Chase for the jet, I'ma send that lil' ho right there through American
This ain't that, her time of the month, won't go in if I see blood
This ain't whack, the candy will still float to the bottom like it's mud, he think it's Act'
Everybody on my payroll turnt, and I call my bluff if you try me
I live just like Travis Scott, I'm pipin' up my Kylie
Go shop in Prada, baby, mix it with the Wham, put it in the Grabba Leaf
He livin' backwards he don't get no paper, he'd rather go catch a body
Oh, he think he bad? Lil' bro been in that field so long, I think he lost a knee pad
One opp died, that ain't enough, still incomplete, he hit up the repass
Bro know it ain't no snow down in the South, still rock the ski mask
The hardest worker got bows inside the couch and had a Desert Eagle
When you floor it, pedal to the metal
Bulletproof the Trackhawk, you know they say birds flock together
He got shot and can't walk, therapy gettin' his nerves back together
She clean up real nice, she in her bag, she got every pair of Bottega
Ho, you playin', she brought her sleeping bag
Wanna nut? Call up a black truck, she ain't stayin'
Been a few years since I coughed, I'm pourin' mud bro, me, and Dann
Know your stylist'll probably faint if I deactivate my 'Gram
They tryna see who dress, go tell 'em free lil' Jeff
Left his ass at the light, money for a member, it shouldn't be no turn, we got the traffic light
Inside the driveway when I'm rockin' Goyard, 12 hit the spot
Took him to the station, now he ain't got no charge, you a whole rat
But his block ain't got no morals, you still a dope boy

---

Room Comfort

(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

I come from a place where if you die, your bro the shooter
Sittin' in the church, I heard his name and say hallelujah
Really think God done sent me here to pray for all they funerals
Seen a lot of them niggas go get touched, they had the cooties
He trappin' all his life, workin' overtime even though he tired
He can't go to sleep 'round none of his brothers, he know they slime
Seen a nigga kill a nigga, go to the funeral, he fakin' cryin'
They gave my nigga sixty years, they won't free him 'til he eighty-nine
Won't leave the city for long, he run back to that field where niggas just dyin'
Streets brainwash you, all that money you made off robbin' won't pay no taxes
I was with Young Thad right 'fore that happened
He just was with me, now he ain't breathin', hopin' I see him again
I was thinkin' 'bout throwin' an Airtag in the casket
Know peer pressure'll get you killed, he ain't have the nuts to say he chillin'
He prayin' that they don't hit big, them niggas gon' kill him on that lick
I lost three niggas from a pill, wardrobe they Perc' will press the fit
You can't get the man you want, gotta make his cousin feel that stick
You got too many greedy people around you, it gon' hurt they tummy to see these mills
Say he wanna get paid 'cause he ain't tell, these niggas want money to keep it real
Lot of niggas can't stomach death, he had went to vomittin' on the drill
In their hood, they rob they brothers, don't tell your mama 'bout what he did
If you rat, you'll lose it all, don't tell your honor 'bout what you did
If he told, then I'm a rat if I send him money down to his bid
His female'll turn him over, we done caught him fumblin' with his kids
I forgave you, but I ain't forget
9/11, this Rolex watch is plain jane
In the hood, it ain't nothin' to do, every day we do the same thing
To the world she selfish, she done come far
She been molested by an uncle
F*cked me up, my homegirl hung herself
How you 'posed to deal with mental health?
How you 'posed to deal with PTSD?
I was callin' on Bree, like she can help
Niggas go to jail and run a PC, but you reppin' on my people death
They murked my lil' brother, this shit won't end, hope I don't die 'fore I get revenge

It's been a long time comin'
But I know change gon' come, yes it will (yeah, yeah)
It's been too hard livin'
I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's on the other side
So I go to a movie, and I go downtown
Slumpin' and sellin', who hang around
We were slaves in the trenches
Out in them bricks, no-no-no, no
At the river ride, we pourin' in a six
I'm on codeine, on codeine

Folks be claimin' bodies, niggas different, they my son-yun
Niggas that claimed my brother body, I'm different with the mon-yun
Granny gettin' older, forgot my name and I'm like, "Uh-uh-huh"
The biggest out my sun-yun, you will never see me run-yun-yun
Caskets give me chills, this the last time breathe
The industry think me and Baby fell out, we just f*cked up the streets
Free Boona and free Dugg, I did some sucker shit to keep it P
I was thinkin' with my dick, knowin' damn well that wasn't me
I was tryna heal, I seen his name inside the folder
The hood gon' hear me out, but the other half already chose, uh
I don't show emotion, but you f*cked up all the motion
PPP had him at Icebox weekly, now he at Kroger's
Had a talk with Meek, I tell Uzi to drop The Pink Tape
To stay on subject, my lawyer got my whole life in his briefcase
I don't blame the blog, I blame the nigga who send the blog a face
Derez De'shon, they left me on my own, I learned the Hardaway

It's been a long time comin'
But I know change gon' come, yes it will (yeah, yeah)
It's been too hard livin'
I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's on the other side
So I go to a movie, and I go downtown
Slumpin' and sellin', who hang around
We were slaves in the trenches
Out in them bricks, no-no-no, no
At the river ride, we pourin' in a six
I'm on codeine, on codeine

---

Taylor Port Junkie

(Your discretion
It's your discretion, yeah
Your discretion)
This my life, I'ma do what I want
Bank countin', NBA, I'm sittin' courtside, yeah
No one plays, put some titties on the four-five
Talkin' to 'em 'fore his trial, pray he beat his charge
Got my forehand with the Texan, I ain't CJ Stroud

This a six-figure vehicle
Still park it on the front street
I'm a codeine drinker
She a Taylor Port junkie
Soon as you touch down pick a pill
I'm way higher than you
Heard you're tryna turn off a T
I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh
She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah
You don't even post none of you
Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19'"
All the pretty girls love '42

Where you been?
Coincidence or not, we was in the same club that you in
I let you in
But you let me out the same door you came through
Wonder who else done got these recordings of you
Wonder who else done got these same portraits of you
Won't force it on you, no abortions on you
Head game cold, I put a North Face on you
They done doubt a nigga, I'm still up in the hood though I made it out the shit
You never felt money, I ain't see the drought pull up like I'm committed
Shot niggas hit the courtroom, have a lot to say
Been a minute since I brought this watch out, I be out the way
I done lost it all before, I know how it feel, for real
Tryna put a play together just to make sure that we all rich
Been knew I was the one, I came through rockin' Kapital
Get baby wipes, I done filled the Goyard bag with dogshit (yeah, yeah)

This a six-figure vehicle
Still park it on the front street
I'm a codeine drinker
She a Taylor Port junkie
Soon as you touch down pick a pill
I'm way higher than you
Heard you're tryna turn off a T
I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh
She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah
You don't even post none of you
Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19'"
All the pretty girls love '42 (hmm)

Doggy trim, so they pulled him from the pin like grenade
All these hoes fake fruity like Minute Maid (yeah)
She turned box, she realize her ex-nigga had a pussy (hmm)
Cops pulled us over, I started sweatin', I had a fully (frrp)
I you give a million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillie
Invest a quarter in my tables, light his chairs like I'm chilly
At twelve o'clock I had that shit going up like a wheely
Her and her friends wanna f*ck me off a P-P-P-P-P (damn)
Man, these niggas made, you act just like an arcade (hmm)
Put a bad bitch in a Rolls and let her stargaze (yeah)
Took her out her jurisdiction like a car chase (huh)
F*ck these niggas, what they on? I'm on a mission (the f*ck?)
You think I treat my baby momma like I'm Tristan? (Damn)
They Twitter talkin and they treat life like a fiction
Everybody 'round me get to blitzin' (brrt)

This a six-figure vehicle
Sreamin', "F*ck it," on the front street
I'm a codeine drinker
She a Taylor Port junkie
Soon as you touch down pick a pill
I'm way higher than you
Heard you're tryna turn off a T
I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh
She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah
You don't even post none of you
Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19'"
All the pretty girls love '42

---

Heartless

(Al Geno on the track)

You was my day one from the sand box (f*ck love)
Every time I see you, you got your hand out (f*ck, f*ck love)
When it came to that girl, I wasn't playin 'bout her (f*ck, f*ck love)
I remember opps had knocked my mans off (f*ck, f*ck love)
Soon as we heard the news, we went and spin for him (f*ck love)
Just know ain't nothing less than a dub if I ever send for him (f*ck, f*ck love)
I don't trust them hoes, might pay the rent for them (f*ck love)
Hope you know them lies you told your nigga, I wouldn't have went for them (f*ck love)

My dawg changed, just keep it real, my nigga
How you let jealousy straight turn you to a serial killer?
You stabbed me in my back too many times
Tryna make sure that we window, but you left me in the blind
I was out in L.A., ducked off with another nigga bitch
That blick ain't yours, you flexin' with another nigga switch
Really want a kid, we just gon' pray for you lil' niggas dawg
Even at the vet, it still ain't safe for you lil' niggas, dawg
Your momma, my momma, you like my twin, you wanna do me in?
Lookin' at my ho thinkin' when I was broke, wish she would've knew me then
Wanna tell lil' bro his folks ain't right, but this my best friend
Say he 'bout to marry her, and he want me to be his best man
Then the preacher said, "You speak out now or forever hold your peace"
I be wantin to yell out, "Bro, don't do it," 'cause you know what P (f*ck love, f*ck love)
I just paid the lawyer, hope you beat the case like you Tay Keith
And one of my dawgs killed my niggas
Long live him and free the killer
Pick no sides, they both my niggas
His sister, momma say I'm trippin'
They never lost faith, but look I didn't
Took discretion, but I had paved the way for niggas to say I didn't
F*ck your pipe, my favorite gun a glizzy 10, f*ck a Smithy (f*ck love)
(F*ck love, f*ck, f*ck love)
F*ck these gold teeth all in my grill
F*ck this PT, I just cracked a seal

You was my day one from the sand box (f*ck love)
Every time I see you, you got your hand out (f*ck, f*ck love)
When it came to that girl, I wasn't playin 'bout her (f*ck, f*ck love)
I remember opps had knocked my mans off (f*ck, f*ck love)
Soon as we heard the news, we went and spin for him (f*ck love)
Just know ain't nothing less than a dub if I ever send for him (f*ck, f*ck love)
I don't trust them hoes, might pay the rent for them (f*ck love)
Hope you know them lies you told your nigga, I wouldn't have went for them (f*ck love)

F*ck my cousin, I think he tryna plot
F*ck these big ass diamonds in my ear and the pointers in my watch
He with the D.A., he f*cked my niggas over
F*ck this rap shit, f*ck this microphone, f*ck the promoters
And f*ck these, and f*ck lil' 'Reek, he turned to a rat
I know he feel like for that paperwork, can't take it back
He in the trap, we gettin' them loads in, f*ck a CDL
F*ck her lipo, f*ck her doctor, and f*ck her BBL
Seen niggas exposin' each other for rats but now they hang together
Their excuse was they ain't never tell on none of they brothers
Real deal project baby, we puttin' names on rags when they die
F*ck whoever made that gun go off when they were playin' with lil' fye (f*ck love)
(F*ck love, f*ck, f*ck love)
F*ck the states, nigga, f*ck the county (f*ck, f*ck love)
I f*cked a redbone at the blue fountain (f*ck love)
I won't never say f*ck my account (f*ck love)

You was my day one from the sand box (f*ck love)
Every time I see you, you got your hand out (f*ck, f*ck love)
When it came to that girl, I wasn't playin 'bout her (f*ck, f*ck love)
I remember opps had knocked my mans off (f*ck, f*ck love)
Soon as we heard the news, we went and spin for him (f*ck love)
Just know ain't nothing less than a dub if I ever send for him (f*ck, f*ck love)
I don't trust them hoes, might pay the rent for them (f*ck love)
Hope you know them lies you told your nigga, I wouldn't have went for them (f*ck love)

---

Equal Dirt

(Stephan Spazzin)

Whole month straight, I was gettin' high, you had left me at my lowest
I wasn't ready for no kid then, happy that you got abortion
You doin' makeup on the same ho I was sneakin' on you with
I'm dappin' up the same nigga you was creepin' on me with
And we thought we got past that
You told me that was our last time
I thought you got past that, your actions givin' Matt Ryan
I seen you got a new man and a lil' one on the way too
I remember not havin' no car, but for you, I'm on the way through
Hate that happened to you
I shed a tear when they said your nigga killed you, so many memories
I go to our Facebook just to look at our old messages
I was out in Houston, I went to readin' our old texts
I'm not bein' insecure, I just know that wasn't your brother
You the first lady I ever took serious and I'm far from bein' a buster
I'm not a fool, go tie your shoes, we not a couple
Goin' in your purse, you f*cked around and dropped a rubber
"Who this for?" 'Cause you my bitch and we be f*ckin' raw, every time
"Bitch, who this for?"
Like, bitch, stop playin' before I, never mind

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right
If bein' right means bein' without you, I'd rather live a wrong doin' life
Rylo, she gon' leave you if you go back broke today
Rylo, she gon' leave you if you go back broke today
Long as I got you by my side, then they can talk 'bout what they wanna
Then I don't even care what them other people say

I remember them and now I'm solo, hit his ho, now they ain't friends
And Lil Kevin gone for so long, he went to trial, but they ain't win
She gotta pull up on me, long live Trouble, I ain't stayin' nowhere
I don't give a f*ck where we at, Ben Simmons, I ain't playin' nowhere
Can't believe you told, yeah, my dog said he can
Even though we stand-up niggas, that don't mean go take the stand
New two-door coupe, sledgehammer, crushed diamonds
Got the driver waitin' for ya at baggage claim when you fly in
I'm doin' this rap shit here for us, for all us
You a reflection of me, so whatever you do, they gon' blame me for it
You ain't dirty fake, piss on your nuts when you report
Fully auto, he died in a shootout even though he started it
"Rylo ain't go no motion, he flexin' Baby money like P artist"
Why the f*ck you try to play me like a decoy?
Why the f*ck you ain't tell me what time your plane was finna depart?
Nah, for real, you need to stop it, yeah, I'on't like bein' toxic

If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right
If bein' right means bein' without you, I'd rather live a wrong doin' life
Rylo, she gon' leave you if you go back broke today
Rylo, she gon' leave you if you go back broke today
Long as I got you by my side, then they can talk 'bout what they wanna
Then I don't even care what them other people say

I don't wanna be right
If bein' right means bein' without you
I'd rather live a wrong doin' life
Your mama and daddy say it's a shame
It's a downright disgrace
But long as I got you by my side
I don't care what your people say

---

Digital Pictures

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Damn Plug)

I never could've pictured my dog hatin' me, he had a filter on him
Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him
This money on your head, you triple that, can't be a victim on 'em
I'm from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him
Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie
Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up on it
My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringin' up bitches on me
She don't know that AR got 'em pants, I went and put titties on it

F*ck a nine-to-five, I'm still the boss, I'll never be a manager
Bro done vacuum sealed so many bags, he could've been a janitor
Micro Draco, this kind hard to get, I ain't never went to Canada
Run through they lil' crew, they all weak, I treat them like a calendar
They ain't picture me like this, now they photo-bombin', cool, look at the camera
Flashbacks of me makin' it out the mud when I look at my Fanta
Flashbacks of me and Tatum on the lick and robbin' back in 'Bama
Flashbacks of pistol-whippin' a nigga like-
We f*ckin' on the low, you can't be likin' all my pictures
I ain't cut her off, she thick and chocolate look like SZA
Every time there was a drought, he had to sit on it to river
Soon as they run out, he just gon' pop out and go bigger
Judge gave an innocent man a lot of years, say he killed my nigga
Even when I'm fifty and they free, I gotta kill him
I was tryna keep us on the DL, ain't tryna be your BF
You was there like you ain't see my DM, now I'm in your CF
Knowin' you gon' need me but you skipped me, had to wait and learn
Your fault you ain't see the signal light, look how the tables turned
You ain't even no killer for real, you did it off emotions
Locked up my dog again, now I'm back sick, scoliosis
Ain't no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that's a light drill
300 Blackout, it look like I ain't paid the light bill
They was strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by the look, that ain't the right seal
Karo on the pint, I had to sell a nigga NyQuil
Brodie done finessed the country boys, they gon' be okay
Say it ain't really what it weigh, go wet the weed when they on the way
Pad the bitch up, the only way we take trips
Bought my young ho some ass, my cougar a facelift
Lil' ho, I'm a boss, my bitch can't work a day-shift
I done see a lot of niggas move the wrong way 'til they stiff
This ho fallin' out for me, she know I'm P, so I buy her waist
I'm all about a bank, if I have a son, I'll name him Chase
I'm all about a bank, if I have a son, I'll name him Zelle
You gon' be a gangster, lil' bro, forever if you don't tell
If it ain't that serious, they sent your warrant through the mail
On the run for a body, they serve your warrant in your cell
Big brother a real hustler, think he was born with a scale
You on front-end diversion, got the same case, got a bail
Know he alive, but he a dead man walkin', lowkey a zombie
They paralyzed my stepdad, got his pistol still in arm's reach
Really traumatized me, tell a fan, "Watch how you run up on me"
F*ck love, can't never let no bitch get one up on me
Talkin' 'bout a kid, I don't even know your name, boo
Sayin', "What we gon' name it?" I can't even name you
I done seen some gangsters stand on business over lies
I done seen some niggas die over shit that ain't true

I never could've pictured my dog hatin' me, he had a filter on him
Same nigga walkin' through them projects with a pistol on him
This money on your head, you triple that, can't be a victim on 'em
I'm from where they put a rack on you, go put a nickel on him
Saw him hatin', I tried to help him, when he was broke, I tried to fix lil' homie
Glock up all this plain but it look better with a switch up on it
My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringin' up bitches on me
She don't know that AR got 'em pants, I went and put titties on it

Ain't no shit, we spin on them lil' niggas, that's a light drill
300 Blackout, it look like I ain't paid the light bill

---

End of the Road

(Kick up on that beat, Moh)

Could it be true?
Funeral the day I put this shit on for you
And I don't go to funerals, but I did it for you
Miss you, they brought out the whole city for you
And they keep tellin' me, "Keep your head high"
"Things gon' be okay," that's a damn lie
That pain do go away, within overtime
Soul bring up your name, make sure you over dyin'
Can't fall through for bein' you
I done lost most of my friends too
I done lost half of my kin too
Hurt me how they did Ricky and Ragoo

I'm feelin' pain you can't bare
Most of 'em killin', whats the point in livin'?
And everyone 'round me keeps dying, dying
And I'm sayin' nights you ain't there (?)
I try to keep her from cryin' all night
But I got a heart we can share, only if you ain't got enough
Take a piece of mine, you know I got more than enough
It's for you and I, I'll take the weight off your shoulders
Wherever you are, give me love

Missing you, missing you, missing you
Missing you, missing you, missing you
I can't picture you, picture you, picture you
Is it okay to cry? Is it okay?
Is it okay to cry? Is it okay?
Why the hell the real ones had to die? Is that okay?
Why the hell Baby Joe had to die? It's not okay
Long live Dave, I'm pourin' Wock up top the grave, want to buy your grave
Seen the hurt on your lil' sister's face since you been gone, they still count your days

I'm feelin' pain you can't bare
Most of 'em killin', whats the point in livin'?
And everyone 'round me keeps dying, dying
And I'm sayin' nights you ain't there (?)
I try to keep her from cryin' all night
But I got a heart we can share, only if you ain't got enough
Take a piece of mine, you know I got more than enough
It's for you and I, I'll take the weight off your shoulders
Wherever you are, give me love

---

Leaks

(Go crazy, AG)

Made her f*ck the both of us the first day that we met her
How the hell you fallin' for her? We just flipped this ho together
How you surprised that blow hurt me? My day-one, he got jealous
Lil' bro threw his life away, I pray his lawyer Malik Willis
Had the bags in the project home, grew up around steppers
I'm the only rapper but somehow, all my niggas got records

Got her boobs did for her, made her go up a shirt size
Ask who else I bought some titties, I sent her picture to four-five
My lil' sister had a baby, I damn near took all a Perc' 5
Not kickin' with 'em 'cause they grew up with me for real
Tired of fake dappin', you niggas don't f*ck with me for real
R.I.P. to why, how they do that to a lil' girl?
Know you used to wake up every mornin' hopin' they kill that nigga
I'm goin' to heaven 'cause when the other side die, I feel a lil' better
I wished he would've never threw that party, Neesa still be with us
Knowin' I ain't the one to pull the trigger, sometimes I still forget
"Damn, lil' bro, why you trippin'? You got niggas 'round who'll kill for you"
Would you rather take they pistol?
Ho, you know you wrong, you 'round here f*ckin' all these niggas
The dawg, he just found out that his child ain't his lil' one
You know that shit killed him
Tryna milk the game, my nieces and nephews, they need Similac
Niggas puttin' insurance on themselves all on the internet
Playin' police games, think a nigga gon' say, "F*ck it"
Hell nah, every time I see that shit, I'm gonna up it
I don't respect the gangster, seen straight through you, why you lie to me?
You don't even know me, how the f*ck is you gon' die for me?
Shots left him on the rocks, AR sing just like PnB
Opps never home, we send a bitch to see where they Airbnb
We slide, gotta leave your phone, we don't trust the DND
My dog died, and the expiration date on GB
I done seen killers go from Clubhouse to PC
Why didn't nobody tell me they was strict on gun laws in D.C.?
I'm on papers in Mobile, out in Florida, get me a PPV
First tape went number one, name another artist blew up off leaks?
All them niggas on that case with you got time, so how you out free?
They tatted on my face, look in the mirror, it remind me
I was can't be f*cked with before Dominique signed me
Interrogation, I know you gon' fold 'cause you cryin'
I'll never rat, picked the pencils up and Drew Findling
Nah, where my lawyer at? I don't wanna talk to you folk
One of my day-ones on that mojo, it got him doin' bad
His mindset still stuck with the young niggas
Livin' to buy fits, what about your jits? You livin' in the past, you trippin'

Made her f*ck the both of us the first day that we met her
How the hell you fallin' for her? We just flipped this ho together
How you surprised that blow hurt me? My day-one, he got jealous
Lil' bro threw his life away, I pray his lawyer Malik Willis
Had the bags in the project home, grew up around steppers
I'm the only rapper but somehow, all my niggas got records

Went and got hammer switches soon as she left the porch
The only time he bustin' for nothin' is on the fourth

---

Ah Never Be The Same

(Let's get it, Matt)

F*ckin' with our team, he took some losses, but he made it up
Junkie buy the soda, same nigga who put our cable up
Lil' bro bought a whip, now he shootin' dice to go get you some rims
Been threatenin' you with some years to give your dawg up, nah for real, you trim

They ain't been through what I did, our raps won't never be the same
He a hustler but he told, his trappin' gon' never be the same
Your dawg a killer but he folded, they scared to expose him 'cause he sprayin'
All you had to do, keep your mouth closed, when you come home you'll be the man
Lil' bro locked up, when the dorm run out of beds, you'll get a boat
Say the judge and DA f*ckin' with his head, just stay afloat
Won't nine to five, 'fore I let em work me like a slave, go get the rope
Back then he had paper, but he ain't plan ahead, so now he broke

All white 1s, Nelly swag, her pussy worth a Kelly bag
Got street niggas doin' interviews, incriminatin' themselves on Vlad
You the reason the niggas you beefin' with locked up with your lil' extra ass
I'll get a nigga to come kill you for some pounds, he get a extra bag
When your beef all on the internet for real, you doin' the most
I'm from the 'jects we don't do no threats, we'll come and kill you over a post
Where I'm from, you take your jersey off, grow up, you'll be the coach
I don't care 'bout money, you show me loyalty, I f*ck with you the most
Like I'm Jalen Hurts, put on for 'Bama
I talk with a country grammar
If you ever come around me, I'll pay you to find a clean Fanta
Nigga caught a drug charge, get you a lawyer 'cause you still here today
Get you a flip phone, head to the trap, you gon' be okay
I ain't goin' back and forth with none of these niggas, drop the location
5K on the fit, no logo nowhere, this shit Bottegas
Lil' bro went to trial, and he gon' beat it, he got a dub for it
The member who was on the case with 'em took the stand, and he got probation
Switch on that 17, that Glock gon' never be the same
Put a box on that 19, that poppin' gon' never be the same
Wish a nigga out there'd die, that block ain't gon' never be the same
Seen the blick, pay for a hit, go brush my teeth 'cause he got aim
I don't know her, why she in her feelings, what it look like, f*ckin' on a chameleon
I can't lie lil' bro'nem hit it, that lil' ho might say, "No they didn't"
Say I'm a dawg, won't f*ck with lizards
That Hi-Tech f*ckin' with my bowels
Be for real, my cup too dirty, you take a sip, go take a shower
Take your charge, you get a bond, you get back out, won't take a hour
It don't matter even if them folks come get your phone, but you stay solid
Ain't seen my brothers in a minute, don't you be safe, bro, you stay violent
I don't know 'bout Sway, bruh juugin' Ye, they ain't got the answer like Allen Iverson
These women'll tell you anything, her pussy ain't worth a wedding ring
Buy this bitch a tennis chain, at least it came from Wafi
Been goin' in, love the Rick Owen pants, I'm dressin' like a biker
Them niggas might got a lot of jewelry on, but I swear they nothin' like us

They ain't been through what I did, our raps won't never be the same
He a hustler but he told, his trappin' gon' never be the same
Your dawg a killer but he folded, they scared to expose him 'cause he sprayin'
All you had to do, keep your mouth closed, when you come home you'll be the man
Lil' bro locked up, when the dorm run out of beds, you'll get a boat
Say the judge and DA f*ckin' with his head, just stay afloat
Won't nine to five, 'fore I let em work me like a slave, go get the rope
Back then he had paper, but he ain't plan ahead, so now he broke

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You Should

Someway, one day
Someway, one day
(Perry been shootin')

Free Lil' Tootie, he got told on by his codefendant
Shouldn't hiked the ball, he found that out when he put his motion in
Wanna stop beefin' with my nigga but it was too far, he was my closest friend
Thinkin' them was my dawgs, I lost a book every time I showed my hand
Corner store T-shirt with Lil Sly, right now he own the brand
Project days, AC broke, we was hot, boy we turned on the fan
Girl I hit tellin' me what I said 'bout, thinkin' I only told my mans
F*ck her, I can't hold your hand, I'd rather let her hold the band
But I'ma keep my drum though, just bought it from the pawn store
Snakes inside the grass, you gon' get bit if you don't keep the lawn low
Seen a couple of my days ones go get mad when I bought a lawn mower
I done hit so many of these niggas housewives in a condo
I been wonderin' what my bitch been doin'
I'on't know who you with when I'm away, I ain't never hung like Kyrie
Just don't let me find out
They try you, but don't you try me
If you with a nigga, just don't have no conversation talkin' 'bout me
You get a drive from shootin' dice, this shit was neutral 'til you crapped out
Asked you 'bout a murder for your brother but you reversed it, now you back out
And your car can't hit a lick until ya lit, 'til it backfire
Tired of buryin' the bros, I'm followin' the hearse, I'm hopin' it catch a flat tire
Really tryna wrap a nigga, tell these rapper niggas I ain't they rap opps
Where them diss songs? In your phone, hold up, choppa got 'em AirDrop
Quit gamblin' with my life, I was shootin' dice, hope he crap out
'Til the police shut down junky store with a pot, that's somethin' to laugh at
For a ho, he pickin' out plants, buyin' roses, can't believe it
How you do that and you got a son but won't take care your own seed?
Bruh, teenagers hittin' the road, comin' back with OGs
And I ain't talkin' 'bout niggas who over twenty-five, I'm talkin' weed
Back against the ropes, it ain't no time for callin' Creed
He went broke, couldn't pay his Ifa, he went cryin' on all his beads
No time for callin' your momma'nem, no time for callin' me
Shit hit 'em 'cause he done changed up on everybody
Had this ho from the Chi', keep talkin' 'bout she gon' treat me
One of these lines cost 300, but I ain't grow up around Reese
Know to spin and hide his face, but he ain't grow up around Yeezy
God send who I asked for, if I can't handle her one day she gon' leave me
One day, you might have to ask the C.O. to turn on the TV
One day, you might have to tell your P.O. you won't pee-pee
Got two life sentences, if his heart stop beatin' twice, they gon' free me

Someway, one day, eventually, I can get us all out the hood
Someway, one day, eventually, he'll come and love you like he should
Someway, one day, I'm livin' for all the niggas I lost, I'll see you in the after world
Someway, one day
Someway, one day

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Thang For You

I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find a love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
(I guess you wonder where I've been)
(I searched to find a love within)
(I came back to let you know)
(Got a thing for you and I can't let go)

Knowin' I wasn't the only nigga you was f*cking with
We goin' OT and comin' back, thinking we locked in, but still
You had let another nigga come and get you pregnant
I was hopin' one day me and you could have a kid, for real
Seen you rock the Carti', know you really worth a Richard Mille
We was in the condo, now I see you 'bout to get a crib
About that dollar mondo, probably why you never took me serious
Put it in her mouth and she ain't take it out, she on her period
After all we been through, we gotta go our separate ways now
Soon as I send you flight, you took a picture of the shuttle
Tryna depart your plane, you go to the baggage claim
Had the driver waiting for you at the lower level
Don't listen to them hoes, they lyin', you should know better
You should know them hoes be just fans, like Coachella
Comin' on demand, every time we f*ck, we need a remote
Fly you out to France, we be tryna learn a different lingo
Got friends who went around the world for love
And they couldn't never find what they dreamed of
Mesmerized knowin' it ain't right, but that shit feel good
Sayin' I won't f*ck with you no more, I probably still would
Pay your car note for a year straight and we head out on a lil' date, and we gon' f*ck at her place
Go sleep with your friends, let her show off for her birthday
Just 'cause I ain't got you don't mean that I forgot you

Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Lowkey thinkin', "Where is you? And who's been with you?"

Who gives a f*ck if all your friends not acceptin' me?
We traveled all around the world, like f*ck a referee
I heard you took a trip to London just to go to the mall
You heard I took a couple backstreets just to get to the block
I think I should let you know
I got a thing for you, I can't let go
Every time I went to jail, you was down to ride
So I feel when I free up, we should sit courtside
You know your heart a tool, hope you don't let nobody use you
That Cartier cool, but you deserve a Franck Muller
I'm tryna love you, girl, I don't know what the f*ck you used to
(I'm tryna love you, girl, I don't know what the f*ck you used to)
You forever my shine
It's dark when you ain't here 'cause they ain't thuggin' you right
You can leave, not insecure 'long as you home by tonight
You got the best brain, I hope you never look for advice
You find your way home, a million times you told me goodbye
You find your way home, a million times you told me you out
You find your way home, so many times you told me you're done
You find your way home, so many times I told you to run
(I guess you wonder where I've been)
You find your way home, so many times I told you to run
(I searched to find a love within)
If your love was Codeine, I'd sip it 'til I fall over
I ran up my money, they told me ballin' brings closure
But somebody lied, I looked around, I'm still broken
I may not see you, I took too many of your doses

I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find a love within
I put you through a bunch of shit, but we gon' die real
Get high up in these hills, and take you out them high heels
Not trusted but I'm on you, so how that make you feel?
Alone in Miami at 3AM, I wish that you was here

I guess you wonder where I've been
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Wonder where you been, who you've been with
Lowkey thinkin', "Where is you? And who's been with you?"
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go

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X-hausted

[Rylo Rodriguez]
It's been a minute since you came through
I been wondering how your day's been
I just been tryna make ends meet
I send the Rolls your location
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?

[Rylo Rodriguez]
Where your inhaler? Why you ain't gasping for air?
I know it seem like when things only goin' bad, you say a prayer (Lord, forgive me)
'Cause I just went and jumped in a Demon right after
From Mobile, things been goin' crazy out there
Hit Casino, we shoot dice on the pavement, right there
My dawg had got hit up, thank God he still can move
You could die, it'd be a war, he took them shots like Jordan Poole
You said you looked up to me, well nah, I ain't do it
Hate inside they eyes, I'm always in they interviews
How I become the topic? That's yo' shit lil' homie
I ain't got smoke with no child
Go get rich lil' homie, make yo' folks proud
In the hood it's backwards
Where the f*cked up homes, they be the dope houses
Bullets flyin', you wish you did, you ain't send 'em, you just the co-pilot
And then it's robbin', you gon' get spinned every time he go live
That's why I'm not ashamed to, tell you, for that pussy, I been cravin'

[Rylo Rodriguez]
It's been a minute since you came through
I been wondering how your day's been
I just been tryna make ends meet
I send the Rolls your location
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?

[Lil Poppa]
You said that shit that I don't need
If I don't start, you gon' leave
If I don't quit drankin'
She say it's hard to lean, so I'ma help her pack her things
Know they ain't prescribed to me, but I still take 'em for the pain
They gon' say I changed when I got me some change, and they ain't fair
Stood around and helped me spend everything, and left when it left
Jewelry on my nigga, it ain't nothin' like the chain that I wear
Paid a thousand for the sneakers, house arrest bracelet on with every pair
From Jacksonville, shit been goin' crazy out there
Switched the whip up every time, the paper plate expired
Go spend another bag, then post the pic up when the hater died
Said, "Grandma, I'm all out of favors, so I guess I ain't your favorite now"
Never comin' back, I'll still wait around


[Rylo Rodriguez]
It's been a minute since you came through
I been wondering how your day's been
I just been tryna make ends meet
I send the Rolls your location
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?