[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
It's been a minute since you came through
I been wondering how your day's been
I just been tryna make ends meet
I send the Rolls your location
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Where your inhaler? Why you ain't gasping for air?
I know it seem like when things only goin' bad, you say a prayer (Lord, forgive me)
'Cause I just went and jumped in a Demon right after
From Mobile, things been goin' crazy out there
Hit Casino, we shoot dice on the pavement, right there
My dawg had got hit up, thank God he still can move
You could die, it'd be a war, he took them shots like Jordan Poole
You said you looked up to me, well nah, I ain't do it
Hate inside they eyes, I'm always in they interviews
How I become the topic? That's yo' shit lil' homie
I ain't got smoke with no child
Go get rich lil' homie, make yo' folks proud
In the hood it's backwards
Where the fucked up homes, they be the dope houses
Bullets flyin', you wish you did, you ain't send 'em, you just the co-pilot
And then it's robbin', you gon' get spinned every time he go live
That's why I'm not ashamed to, tell you, for that pussy, I been cravin'
It's been a minute since you came through
I been wondering how your day's been
I just been tryna make ends meet
I send the Rolls your location
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
You told me if I'm gon' leave, if I do, you won't breathe
Why you not suffocating?
[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Where your inhaler? Why you ain't gasping for air?
I know it seem like when things only goin' bad, you say a prayer (Lord, forgive me)
'Cause I just went and jumped in a Demon right after
From Mobile, things been goin' crazy out there
Hit Casino, we shoot dice on the pavement, right there
My dawg had got hit up, thank God he still can move
You could die, it'd be a war, he took them shots like Jordan Poole
You said you looked up to me, well nah, I ain't do it
Hate inside they eyes, I'm always in they interviews
How I become the topic? That's yo' shit lil' homie
I ain't got smoke with no child
Go get rich lil' homie, make yo' folks proud
In the hood it's backwards
Where the fucked up homes, they be the dope houses
Bullets flyin', you wish you did, you ain't send 'em, you just the co-pilot
And then it's robbin', you gon' get spinned every time he go live
That's why I'm not ashamed to, tell you, for that pussy, I been cravin'
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