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letra de time is real / hate racks - rylo rodriguez

[intro]
d-mn kai, you goin’ crazy

[chrous]
i can’t speak on none i ain’t seen or did
shot her eight racks just for that hoe not to keep the kid
who got the addy to the funeral, i’m dyin’ to live
joe got a l, i bought a rolex, time is real
took back my friends, it was all smoke in mirrors
i cut family off but i let ’em keep the scissors
i know bruh a snake, but i ain’t never catch him slither
cases, got us in and out the court like reggie miller
racist, i’m in all white benz like i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
[verse]
demon, flagging, his pockets how long
double o seven, caught a body, now they got higher bonds
might f-ck around, stop, drop, and roll, every n-gga in this car got a firearm
knew them n-ggas wasn’t with me, even though they was with me, tell the jack boys out to get me
move city to city with a vibe in houston, i’ma make her sing like whitney
a n-gga like me had it the harder way, it was times i ain’t have a penny
missin my brudda, lil’ sister, and ma, i’m not talm bout remy
they gone facetime, ask me why i’m shook
my response, i’m runnin’ out of favors
nfl, f-ck 12, we like every team but thee raiders
it was n-ggas i thought ah be kingpins who made statements
ain’t got no opps, we treat em like hotels, make they days end
ion go to house partiees, free boosie
draco with no accuracy but the b-tch got kickback
we hit the mall, let’s shop like cornerback, pick that, pick that
with the 12 behind me, wide reciver, run in zig zags
no more brown papers, i made a big bag
streets ain’t fair, this ain’t six flags
i’m mad you doubted me, i doubted myself
i hope you proud of me cause i’m proud of myself
cuban link, every diamond in this b-tch inna fountain
i just got the mouth, i ain’t even beat her walls up
i’m on styrofoam, i ain’t worried ’bout no calls
lately hanging with my fake friends, i been kicking it with y’all some
sell my bones, i pick my dawgs up
at night, i blocked her cause she call too much
loudest n-gga in the room probably the brokest, ion talk too much
swallow rps, run in ya home, them youngins keep burglaring
snapback with a cheap jersey
got y’alls a couple weeks early
[chorus]
i can’t speak on none i ain’t seen or did
shot her eight racks just for that hoe not to keep the kid
who got the addy to the funeral, i’m dyin’ to live
joe got a l, i bought a rolex, time is real
took back my friends, it was all smoke in mirrors
i cut family off but i let ’em keep the scissors
i know bruh a snake, but i ain’t never catch him slither
cases, got us in and out the court like reggie miller
racist, i’m in all white benz like i don’t f-ck with n-ggas

- rylo rodriguez

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