Right Rylo Rodriguez

[Verse 1]
I'm from the trenches, we see 12, we hit a route like Chase
Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the traphouse wide open
Opps in the club, tryna have staring matches with a nigga
Can't wait to catch him, leave him dead with his eyes open
I thought when you make it your problems gon' just go away or something
I know that sound a little bit crazy, but that's the real
Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field
Money comin' in, I still ain't signed a major deal
Lil' bro died off a pill
No nigga ain't never popped more seals than me, I sip more lean than C
Know the game, I signed my cleats
She callin' my phone, I'm in the city, girl, like I signed to P (QC)
Yeah, he killed a nigga, he did it on camera, he ain't take a plea
I pray he beat it too
I answer when you call, but you ain't pick up when I needed you
In Houston, James Harden house, we ain't playing hoops
Just got a message from your area code was 832
Wonder why I only get your texts when I'm in Texas?

[Chorus]
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
How bad you want it?
If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right (What you got?)
I got niggas who I love that died, and I still haven't cried (The stories never told)