Confessions in the Darkness 2 Rylo Rodriguez

[Chorus]
My niggas dying 'fore they grandpas
My niggas died 'fore they grandmas
You don't know me, just know what I tell him
They don't what's going on way behind these cameras
Ion fuck with 'em but that's my blood, like a tampon
Can't lie girl, I don't love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a nigga up with lead, like a scantron
I gave some racks to niggas lawyers and made damn bonds

[Verse]
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell
R.I.P. Big John, Ken got 2o years but he don't get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what yo' niggas said bout 'em, leave the game, you is not a player
Had a car wreck, Progrеssive couldn't help us, R.I.P. Lil' Fat
Lost over 20 niggas but I don't want no sympathy
Thеy told me "Time will get better" (It did)
Two Rolex on both wrists, I went and bust down the bezels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dawgs, I might fuck around and start a kennel
Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talked to her since I gave it to her
On the elevator with my dawgs, got off when I thought about [?]
I'ma project baby, my brother paid a smoker to come put our cable up
I was spending not saving, all my potna, I couldn't get a dollar from
When it came to these hoes, you told me ain't winning, [?] money
Know these bitches be lying, but I ain't saying that they blocking for me
Can't be wasting no time, I put my watch in a sippy cup
They got money, we got money, but it's different
He a killa, caught another body, say "It felt different"
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my wall
They still hang with him, he told, and them niggas know he the law
Them niggas tripping, take they passport from 'em
You just see what I post, imagine what I don't, we gettin gassed up money
In my city ridin' round one deep, I got the dashboard runnin'
Seen a nigga get killed in the hood off 12, he took his last breaths from him
Lil' [?] got killed inside the projects, bullet in his screen door from 'em
[?] Work and Faygo
I sip this shit for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed, we had to lay low
Took a bullet in the head, turn him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head, now he a vegetable
I'm tryna make his bond just so I can kill him though
Ain't talked to Poody in a minute, that's still my nigga though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20, praying that you're 54