Ak’s & Drums Rylo Rodriguez

[Intro]
I'm be in shit like
(Jai Beats on the track boy)
On my road to riches

[Pre-Chorus]
I do not know my alphabet, I'm rockin' VVSs (I'm rockin' VVSs)
Buy Palm Angels, hopin' I can get a path to heaven, ayy
That young nigga been a man, he ain't have to ask the reverend (Ain't have to ask the reverend)
That young nigga filled eight bands and went and dropped the Chevy

[Chorus]
Ak's and drums, yeah, pray we don't die young
That young nigga pullin' this Trackhawk Jeep is not rental (Not no rental)
I take it to the White House, my Rolex Presidential (Presidential)
I take it to thе white house, wherе they cook, but not dinner (Yeah, not food)

[Verse]
I told that ho, "I got your Uber on the way"
It's outside but to walk me down? No way (Yeah, I can't do that)
I remember goin' on licks
I pray my nigga don't hurt me if we hit (Don't murk me)
They cut me deep just like surgery, left me bleedin' (Just like surgery)
Been in so many shootouts, don't worry, I'm not scared (Yeah, yeah, don't worry)
Been in so many shootouts, don't worry, I'm not dead
Father, father, father
You told me times would get easy, it got harder
I drunk lean, same near two days without no water (No water), oh
Woah (Woah, woah, woah), woah (Woah, woah, woah), woah
Talk to me, won't you come and talk to me? (Yeah, yeah)
You're hidin' something, I can see you're hidin' from me (From me)
Oh, you're hidin' from me? Don’t treat me like that, I’m not Johnny (Yeah, yeah)
Hotbox in twelve, gon' hit the lights, we gotta get eyes runnin'
Whatchu know 'bout Glocks and sticks blazin'?
Adrenaline rushin', home invasion
We treat our opps just like hotels (Just like hotels)
We gon' make them lil' boys' days end
So broke, plannin' on runnin' inside a bank
So broke, ready to go out just like Frankie
Pogo, make 'em jump, strip 'em naked
I'm from where they set the young niggas up to get taken
I give lil' Jo the green light and he go in (Go in)
I give lil' Jo the red light, he still go in
What we gon' do, my nigga? It's another eviction notice
You let me fuck you but you didn't wait before this
I want you to deal with hella coppers, long live Kobe
You hold some hoes that ready to fuck you for a shoutout
I don't want that pussy, throwback just like Dada
I'm the type of nigga to come and find ya in ya hideout
I got murder on my mind
I got demons in my ear (Got demons in my ear)
I got revenge in my soul
We spot 'em, we drop 'em, on the real
I watched my closest friend get killed
I wouldn't give a fuck if he was seventeen, I seen youngins kill OGs
My lil' nigga took a blind plea, now he won't never see the streets
I tell 'em, "Read," he tell me, "Rap"
He got a blade, I got a strap
I'm doin' shows, he doin' traps
He gettin' built, I'm gettin' fat
I'm fuckin' models, he gun at latest C.O.s
On my way to the condo, glass house, top floors
Walkin' back to his cell, that mean he on his way home
Booster, I bond her outta jail, she was stealin' out the mall