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Dead People
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Rylo Rodriguez
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Chorus (MGM Lett) Having flashbacks of a shootout, hit a n***a up and fled I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red These Christian Loubs He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use Money on my mind I can't switch the mood Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do So with that said, gotta get my bread Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead Verse 1 (Rylo Rodriguez) I see dead people Even though I ate, I ain't trynna see them fed people I seen a crackhead sent him to Walgreen just to get them meds cheaper Hoe must think she gon' spend the night, she brought her bag with her She don't know I'm gon' call a Uber soon as I get done hitting her I want the fame. I want the money, but TI not my father Went and bought a Drake but it spit like The Carter Went and f**ked his b*t*h, made him break up like the Warriors Pull up I8, ain't no way imma starve ya My dog got three strikes left me hurt we was in the right field What you know bout daytime house still dark couldn't pay the light bill Found out my brother heart stopped beating tried to call Mike Will I heard them f**k boys pillow talkin' imma give em Nyquil I'm in different Bathing Ape like Chimpazees I can f**k any b*t*h I pick like Jalen Ramsey My Cuban-link gotta let her take a selfie with her she European Rylo Lett we signed to the street like some homeless men Chorus (MGM Lett) Hit a n***a up and fled I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red These Christian Loubs He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use Money on my mind I can't switch the mood Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do So with that said, gotta get my bread Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead Verse 2 (MGM Lett) My pockets look like fat people In Cali with a flashlight trynna get them bags cheaper Like if he ain't got my sack right, they turn up mad people They loved it when I was broke they was happy Got the game up in a choke swear I left them n***as gasping Hit a n***a up, he gon' need more than some Aspirin n***as actin tough, they gon' have to close his casket RIP Doe B they thought this trap music was dead They keep on pillow talking we gon' snatch em out the bed I'll slide by myself don't need a clique of dudes And all my n***as rich these b*t*hes pick and chose n***a talkin out his head, I was driving seen a opp bop bop bop bop then I fled Chorus (MGM Lett) Having flashbacks bout a shootout, hit a n***a up and fled I can't seem to shake the memory live and die right in a shed It look like I left a murder scene, bottom of my shoes red These Christian Loubs He bought a pistol died with a gun he ain't get to use Money on my mind I can't switch the mood Can't be running out of time I got sh*t to do So with that said, gotta get my bread Trynna get some sh*t stuck out my head, I'm seeing dead
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