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Rylo Rodriguez
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You know just like I know all I had was you Caught up with different hoes, I ain't mean to embarrass you I was married to this money way before I met you Yeah, i f**ked that girl That was way before I met you I tend to f**k up every chance that you give me, that's my fault I even gave you money, bought you jewelry to brush it off Family can't stand me, be hating when we doing good Your friends they can't stand me, be hating when we doing good These b*t*hes can't amount to you, you was there when I was in the mud I knew that girl was bad for me, but told me things that sounded good I swear she don't mean nothing to me, I see her so much 'round the hood Ain't lying I ran out of "I'm sorry's," I'm tired I lost a Rolex, they watch me too much Some how, some way we still find time to make love I'll f**k you right I will, I'll f**k you right I will I'll f**k you like no one has never ever made you feel He jumped up in that field, he got a hundred years I know some soldiers who won't never ever get appeals I can hear my momma crying, too young to know what's going on Thinking' bout licks we finna hit, I was up to 4 in the morning It hurts when n***as that you love really turn informants I wish I could talk to Jay don't sell drink I would've told Black and Mike Mike go to KFC Wanna go back and tell (?) don't you cross the street Would've told Fido don't play with guns, gon hit ya cheek I don't know what's wrong with the reaper He keep taking my people I'm out here all alone, only time they call my phone When they need weed, when they need something (hold up) Let's switch shoes, let's see if you give me something So broke, was feeling like Stoney, let's run in Regions Bro, put the green light on 'em, go Ray Charles, we robbed them blind I know, how it feels to be robbed I know how it feels to retaliate, my dog is a rattlesnake Markell had hoop dreams, he died on the side of the gym Outside the Rec, my n***a died a hunnid feet from the rim Should've told Heavy don't hit that lick I'm gon be rich in some years Wonder how I hear myself laugh but I can't listen to tears Where I come from this sh*t realer than real Where I come from n***as die on them drills Where I come from n***as don't get deals Got some dogs in some chains, I wish they'd let loose I know a blood that won't get a room 'less it's the Red Roof I know Thad gone, somehow I still text ya phone fool I feel like death round the corner I don't know who sent the location I feel like death round the corner Don't put it in navigation I seen Cloud turn to a junkie, my uncle turned to a junkie He let me borrow his car for a lil amount of money He was just trynna get a rock I'm trynna hit a block In the sixth grade we rent a car this sh*t ain't normal Sixth grade writing free my n***as on my journal They was juveniles before The Hotboys (?) Got caught up in that rap sh*t, but I'm doing it for us It seem like I don't get to see the ones I love I lost friends, they say I changed cause we don't talk everyday Damn, that's how you feel thug You wasn't my dog no way I been running through this money I used to walk everyday I got n***as doing bids like an auctioning day My brother went to jail, the man of the house I used to run with Mane from Thomasville, that's my dawg I pray for my enemies I'm sending y'all blessings, y'all 'posed be proud of me On the road to riches I left some n***as that crossed me I turned around for 'em, it rerouted me I feel like death round the corner I don't know who sent the location I feel like death round the corner Don't put it in navigation
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