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letra de rico act - ralo

[chorus: ralo]
i am not the one to beef with
i’m the n-gg- you should be with
we go to war on the defense
we should have more on the begin
how could they tell me that i wouldn’t win?
tell all the coaches to put me back in
i just want money, i don’t want a friend
f-ck it, i’m goin’ back in

[verse 1: ralo]
y’all is not wanting these problems
you hit one my partners, get hit with them choppers
tell them can’t n-body stop us
lil brother just took that sh-t harder
tell your n-gg- keep my name out his mouth
tell your b-tch to keep my thang out her mouth
i came in your house and i came in her mouth
you need to kick that lil stankin’ b-tch out
ridin’ ’round, poppin’ pain pills
they just k!lled my unc in gainesville
they tried to hit me with r.i.c.o. act
tell ’em that mill need rico back
i think that they mad that i built the empire
i walked through that fire, we never retire
my pockets on lizzy mcquire
i make more notes than the choir
they can’t deny it, they put their trust in the bible
i put my trust in a rifle, i’m a survivor
how could they say i was trash, how could they talk ’bout me bad?
i just went harder, i didn’t get mad
now i get ten bags a show on they -ss
i made more money than my mom and dad
i bought them more sh-t than they ever had, yeah

[verse 2: ralo]
ralo just bought him another rollie
i bought them new cars that they never rode in
i grabbed that mic like i won a trophy
just because i never won a trophy
i bought my n-gg-s some ‘partments
so they can have somewhere to park in
i made these b-tches like dark skin
red n-gg-s swear they boyfriend
i don’t want shoes or sweaters unless they a thousand or better
i am not going broke never, i want this sh-t here forever
i got a check in the mail, they did not check on me, i was in jail
now everybody acting like they care
i say to myself, these people h-ll (yeah)

[verse 3: fam goon du]
i just bought all of my n-gg-s choppers
give ’em the green and they’ll pop ya
give ’em the word and they’ll pop ya
jumped off the porch, playin’ cops and robbers
jumped in the game like where it’s at?
tell them to fall back ’cause the rico back
feds tried to try me for r.i.c.o. act
four years behind the wall now lil du back
these n-gg-s askin’ for problems
they gon’ be askin’ who shot ’em
my n-gg- movin’ like monsters
i hate if a n-gg- try to rob us
half you n-gg-s down switched up
gon’ wish they never went against us
got two words, i give two f-cks
say you gettin’ money too, who gives a f-ck?
tryin’ got serious, ain’t do no playin’
now a n-gg- playin’ with them bands
tryin’ got heart, depending on the b-tch
and now that b-tch depend on her man
a real one gon’ feel what i’m sayin’
when a n-gg- got right a couple n-gg-s went left
they was bad for my health, did this sh-t by myself
never needed no help, uh huh

- ralo

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