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letra de on my own - rylo rodriguez

[intro]
what’s happenin’, chi chi

[verse: rylo rodriguez]
i got more problems now than i had when i was broke (yeah)
gotta cross the street, what you mean you jumped up off the porch
witness close family members get hooked on the dope
i’m right back in that box with my back on the road
i didn’t get drafted but i spent ten thousand on a coat
spent five thousand on her ass, i’m just being honest, i ain’t tryna brag
i thought that with me blowing up, was gon’ help me find my dad
turned the cadillac to a tesla, i wouldn’t dare to stop to get gas

[hook: rylo rodriguez]
put two hands on my steering wheel, they praying a n-gga crash
i could do bad on my own, what i need them for?
f-ck her then i fall back, just like septеmber
i know n-ggas who can’t call back, she gon’ let mе film her

[verse: rylo rodriguez]
money bring problems, f-ck it, i’m ready to solve ’em
pay the b-tch to get a gun license, bring back me a revolver
my momma say she don’t like it when i ride around with choppers
i told her she can’t get another son, but i can get a lawyer
couple chains rose gold like i dipped ’em in flowers
really from the hood, my hype man really is a robber
if she was solid when you was cheating, she was cheatin’ too
why you wanna take some off my plate when i was feeding you
i watched dopeboys turn to kingpins, i watched h-llcats turn to demons
i flew her out for a weekend, [?] playin’ defense
gotta murk three of them, talking revenge
i don’t feel safe if he breathing
it ain’t safe for them either, if they steal the home base
it wasn’t meant for ty to die, he was in the wrong place
he a target and we pray we hit it, like we was on a long date
make sure yo’ phone straight
he done ran out of hideouts
doing fed time so if you catch him, he gon’ go to lockup
got a hood b-tch, she don’t want for nothing, she sell her own products
couple n-ggas stayed down and a couple n-ggas left without us
wish i could’ve told joe, “don’t hit that l!ck”, it was gon’ be sour
dirty money, still spin, i bring it with me in the shower
we gon’ catch you lacking, i ain’t tryna go and shoot they spot up
thinkin’ ’bout dave, i still ain’t forgave myself
we stopped in new york, we ain’t have a gun, i bought a blade from a knife store
social media, you n-ggas really tryna die over internet posts
if you is, that’s cool with me
it ain’t no rules with me
it ain’t no rules at all, i’m lyin’, if you tell, you lose it all
section 8, three to the bed, sometimes we couldn’t move at all
knockin’ at the door, love don’t live here no more, got evicted, had to go
dracos and some glocks, i brung ’em with me at the show
how long will they mourn me?
i’m missing al my homies (yeah)
my heart vacant, i wish they wouldn’t abandonded me (yeah)
lately, i ain’t been talkin’ to family (yeah)
for the ones i love, i give ’em distance (yeah)
fifty racks, i made that this week (yeah)
where i’m from, watch your brother, that sh-t get this deep (yeah)
i can’t trust no woman on this earth, don’t blame me, i’m sorry
’cause i f-ck n-ggas b-tches that i thought was loyal
hunnid k to the side, ain’t for if i go broke, that’s for my lawyer
[outro]
what’s happenin’ chi chi

- rylo rodriguez

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