Stayin´ with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie Gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx
I be knowin´ the only way they´ll love you if you give them some money Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin´ for nothin´ ´Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
Never hated on no nigga ´cause he had more than me Ain´t never see my pops, but still fuck with him ´cause he ain´t aborted me Love lil´ bro to death, he got a dub, know he got love for me
Last time we talked, he told me he couldn´t wait ´til you turn forty-three Mini micro Draco, I took the wood off it Nigga died, plenty shirts and solja rags, they beat the hood off it Braindead, his mama pulled the plug, she seen him done fightin´ Four blicks in the car, but don´t nan´ one of us got gun license Tell him get up off that block, go invest in him some stocks Under the house, I hid the street sweeper, we ain´t need no mop Imagine tryna feed people who don´t got an appetite The ones I love left me, I pray one day, we gon´ make it right Demons chase me, I had to stiff-arm, ayy
Youngin come and kill you for a script on All he want is a pill, for them Percs, he go crazy Stole this five from his BM knowin´ that they just had a baby
Stayin´ with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie I gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx I be knowin´ the only way they´ll love you if you give them some money Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin´ for nothin´ ´Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
Yeah, shot a nigga, but he ain´t die, but he still left ´em on the pavement Now he gotta pay the nigga he shot to sign the affidavit Way ahead of 12, it was just roaches in that spot that day they raided I´m from where you play ball or trap, we don´t fill out applications Ain´t no applications This paper make you break bonds I heard you say you love me, you showed it in a funny way I´m not Faizon
Got niggas dyin´ daily, yeah, meeting on my personal life If I fucked and walked past her, but I ain´t goin´ to church tonight My mama´s worked two jobs, overtime, I know she tired If you gotta remind a nigga to leave his phone, then he wasn´t supposed to slide He like, "Rylo, where you been at? I ain´t talked to you in a minute, do you still love me?" She like, "Rylo, where you been at? I know we don´t kick it, but can you pay a bail for me?"
´Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues