[Intro]
(Damn VG, you made this?)
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Ah, yeah
Lil runts still in the hood, tired of seein' 'em dyin'
Way before this paper, we knew we was stars, but we just weren't shinin'
If I gotta pay my momma to laugh, I don't wanna see her cry again
Interrogation, won't say a thing, ain't shy, I'm solid
And he rep big gang, say he got Blood in his eyes
Prolly on his birthday, his momma blindfold him with a red rag
She even bought him the red cake, yeah the cake off a red plate
Even if they ran inside the Regency, there still ain't nowhere safe
I'll probably die showin' love, I'll probably die off a hate crime
In the hood, tryna get off the sack too, but my role model never was Matt Ryan
OG's on the block, and they won't let us catch a sale
In the stolen car like lil' bitch legit, tryna ball like Montel
Probably make a movie on all this Act', I'ma turn into Denzel
Caught [?], no he ain't in Heaven no more, he can't inhale
She bought a nigga a watch, but she ain't know he a rat, so only time'll tell
Played the cards I was dealt, made that boy draw four like he was a Uno player
Screamin' fuck your son, we took his daddy, you're a crybaby, Johnny Depp
Momma whipped me with a switch, but I'ma beat my son ass with a designer belt
I knew that ho was lyin' so I lied back like a recliner chair
They stabbed me in my back, but I ain't scream 'cause I ain't Gale Weathers
They set Lil Mo on fire, I think about him when I see matches
You better not rawdog her, in the hood, her nickname, they call her assy
But they gave her mouth a thumbs up, you might fuck 'round, catch a taxi
Them niggas ain't shooters, A.I., they need practice
(Damn VG, you made this?)
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Ah, yeah
Lil runts still in the hood, tired of seein' 'em dyin'
Way before this paper, we knew we was stars, but we just weren't shinin'
If I gotta pay my momma to laugh, I don't wanna see her cry again
Interrogation, won't say a thing, ain't shy, I'm solid
And he rep big gang, say he got Blood in his eyes
Prolly on his birthday, his momma blindfold him with a red rag
She even bought him the red cake, yeah the cake off a red plate
Even if they ran inside the Regency, there still ain't nowhere safe
I'll probably die showin' love, I'll probably die off a hate crime
In the hood, tryna get off the sack too, but my role model never was Matt Ryan
OG's on the block, and they won't let us catch a sale
In the stolen car like lil' bitch legit, tryna ball like Montel
Probably make a movie on all this Act', I'ma turn into Denzel
Caught [?], no he ain't in Heaven no more, he can't inhale
She bought a nigga a watch, but she ain't know he a rat, so only time'll tell
Played the cards I was dealt, made that boy draw four like he was a Uno player
Screamin' fuck your son, we took his daddy, you're a crybaby, Johnny Depp
Momma whipped me with a switch, but I'ma beat my son ass with a designer belt
I knew that ho was lyin' so I lied back like a recliner chair
They stabbed me in my back, but I ain't scream 'cause I ain't Gale Weathers
They set Lil Mo on fire, I think about him when I see matches
You better not rawdog her, in the hood, her nickname, they call her assy
But they gave her mouth a thumbs up, you might fuck 'round, catch a taxi
Them niggas ain't shooters, A.I., they need practice
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