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Artiste : Rylo Rodriguez
Titre : ROOMMATES
I got felons for roommates
Pay the rent with drug money
I got killers for roommates
Pay the power bill with blood money
Bitch talkin´ ´bout funerals some birthdays

B-days don´t matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
I wish lil´ Marcus was still breathing
How long after you die ´til you stop grieving?
Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he´ll be a free man

We´ll never wanna catch a DB even though we playin´ defense
You know every move I make, every tool I take
There´s not a second I ain´t tryna survive
Can´t believe you told, that only means you dead
??? in my head but you ain´t alive
Young nigga in a Dawn
Came from home invasions
Gave ´em felony murder ´cause his brother died
His momma ain´t visit him one time
And the time I gave ´em time out my ???

Tell me, how you feel about me? Wanna fuck you with your crew
Tell me, how you feel about me pourin´ nothing less than a deuce?
Tell me, that you sent a junkie to the pharmacy too
Tell me, that you sent a crackhead in a Walgreens too
We was fighting fed cases
Took a plea, he was tired of waiting
She had a bag, and she fumbled it
In Alabama, I´m as big as Saban
I won´t recruit her
I got bros who really need appeals, but they ain´t tryna do Percs

I got felons for roommates
Pay the rent with drug money

I got killers for roommates
Pay the power bill with blood money
Bitch talkin´ ´bout funerals some birthdays
B-days don´t matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
I wish lil´ Marcus was still breathing
How long after you die ´til you stop grieving?
Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he´ll be a free man

I know that you got Codeine in you
I know you got the medicine in you
I know that you got opium in you
I know you got a blind heart in you
I know that you got street smarts in you
Don´t rat, I know you got some years in you
Don´t rat, I know you got a dime in you
Don´t tell, I know you got a dub in you

Don´t tell, I know your children you need to tend to
But these the streets, you knew what you was getting yourself into