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letra de pain - rylo rodriguez

n-ggas ain’t solid dey targets
pocket rocket like james harden
you can see where the pain scarred me
the ways its shape big 40 glock cartridge
drop 20 bands inside a tahoe truck
candy bag big like a brinks truck
still lost but a n-gga ain’t never beat me up
they be telling me”rylo go to sleep”
n-ggas hate to see me up

project baby i den bought over a thousand frozen cups (ya ha)
yea they call me rylo but i’m not from the bus (haha)
ask why my jeans stiff? cus i’m tryna dodge them cuffs
could’ve bought 14 bricks but i bought a pair of boots
if i knew dey would all jump ships i would’ve stayed on the lil boat
just like lil yachty, why you hoes wear red bottoms
she gave me head to her nose snotty, she want 69 but i ain’t tekashi
they can shut all the play grounds down, but i know lil fiz he still sliding
she want me to buy her -ss and t-tties rather pay lil joe to catch real bodies

got my n-ggas in a box, so why they can’t get a fight? adrian broner
i ask lil yay he must have sent death our location cus i feel like dat sh-t right around the corner

pooh died from cancer sticks
dey called and canceled it
im talkin to death by jit, every day i pray for lil rick
every night i pray for ma dukes
first gun was off the street scratch the serial(cereal) off like fruit loops
keep yo friends close but you gotta keep yo enemies closer
remember goin on l!cks we hit praying a n-gga don’t smoke us caught em slippin
we knew dat boy stole the blunt so we smoked him
hoe know she burning dont make me fry her like okra
i do this rap sh-t to make sure my n-ggas straight but i know they ain’t no f-gs(f-ggot)
tiveon and timmy died in a wreck dey was tryna do the dash
stopped by a old lady tryna pump my car but this b-tch dont use gas(tesla) if his name was rick(ricky) i still won’t give him a chance to shoot back

they ain’t kno i tote the 40 glock
dem long nights we was out on the block, like lean back
can’t picture this, like a b-tch wanna crop me out
15 hunnid i drink codeine like powerade i get high i sweat hightec like gatorade
lil blic got murked coming out da dice game, dey blew off his fade
hope my grandad can see me now, he had died i took his slat i put the whole family on my back flew the hoe there from here and back
mom use to give me money for snacks, but i’ll give it to my uncle for crack he gone let me see his buick i know dat n-gga then been thru it
she ain’t let me f-ck her the first night but i knew her friend would
i was broke a year ago i took my cask off n threw it, me and tim just rode to the show in a chopper just in case it snow. im from the bricks i jus flew to the club in a chopper in seen dej loaf
i know i gave the hood faith like bad boyd dey ain’t have hope, candy lady dont f-ck wit marcus cus he be selling other calicos (candy)
buy a harsh drink out the pharmacy
ray charles in the middle of the car these percs tried to form to c (see)

ima pull up shooting at who ever oweing me, if i have a kid i can’t have no daughter cus ain’t no hoe in me

n-ggas ain’t solid dey targets
pocket rocket like james harden
you can see where the pain scarred me
the ways is shape big 40 glock cartridge
drop 20 bands inside a tahoe truck
candy bag big like a brinks truck
still lost but a n-gga ain’t never beat me up
they be telling me “ rylo go to sleep”
n-ggas hate to see me up

- rylo rodriguez

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