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Die For
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Rylo Rodriguez
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My n***as dyin' for they grandpas My n***as dyin' for they grandmas He don't know me just know what I tell him They don't know whats going on way behind these cameras I don't f**k wit him, but thats my blood like a tampon Can't lie girl I don't love you more than my handgun Quick to fill a n***a up with lead like a scantron I Gave some racks to n***as lawyers and made damn bonds He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell RIP Big John, he ain't got 20 years but he don't get a lot of mail If you tell a hoe what your n***a said about him, leave the game you is not a player Had the car wrecked, Progressive couldn't help us RIP Lil Fed Lost over 20 n***as, but I don't want no sympathy They told me time will get better It did, 2 Rollies on both wrists I went and bust down the bezzels Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner Sick of losing all my dogs I might f**k around and start a kennel Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talk to her since I gave it to her On the elevator with my dogs, got off when I thought about Paid in Full I'm a project baby my brother prayed smoke woulda come put our cable up I was spending not saving on my partner I couldn't get a dollar from him When it came to these hoes he told me he went in his profit money Know these b*t*hes be lying, but I ain't saying they blocking for me Can't be wasting no time, I put my watch in a sippy cup They got money, we got money but its different He a killer caught another body say it felt different All alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my walls They still hang with him he told, man them n***as know he the law Them n***as tripping, take they pa**port from em You just see what I post imagine what I don't, gettin gas store money In my city ridin round one deep I got the dashboard running Seen a n***a get killed in the hood, I was 12 they took his last breath from him Dude momma got killed inside the projects, bullets in the screen door from it Post these numbers wock in a faygo I sip this sh*t for the taste, not for the high Blow up bed we had to lay low Took a bullet to the head turned him to a tomato Took a bullet to the head now he a vegetable I'm tryna make his bond just so I could kill him though Ain't talk to Poodie in a minute, thats still my n***a though Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20 praying that you're 54 My n***as dyin' for they grandpas My n***as dyin' for they grandmas He don't know me just know what I tell him They don't know whats going on way behind these cameras I don't f**k wit him, but thats my blood like a tampon Can't lie girl I don't love you more than my handgun Quick to fill a n***a up with lead like a scantron I Gave some racks to n***as lawyers and made damn bonds I need love I need love I need love I need love I need love, yeah Thats still my n***a though I need love
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