Stayin with my grandma
I still call her Ms. Bonnie
Gave a stripper ho a bag
And made her call in at Onyx
I be knowin the only way they'll love you
If you give them some money
Blood, sweat, and tears
My niggas died
Felt like we was livin for nothin
Bout to pull the Benz truck
In the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet
Phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets
But you got to choose
Buy everybody (sneakers) when we shop
I still got issues (his shoes)
Never hatеd on no nigga
Cause he had more than mе
Ain't never see my pops
But still fuck with him
Cause he ain't aborted me
Love lil' bro to death, he got a dub
Know he got love for me
Last time we talked
He told me he couldn't wait til you turn 43
Mini micro Draco, I took the wood off it
Nigga died, plenty shirts and solja rags
They beat the hood off it
Braindead, his mama pulled the plug
She seen him done fightin
Four blicks in the (car)
But don't nan' one of us got gun (license)
Tell him get up off that block
Go invest in him some stocks
Under the house, I hid the street sweeper
We ain't need no mop
Imagine tryna feed people
Who don't got an appetite
The ones I love (left) me
I pray one day, we gon make it (right)
Demons chase me, I had to stiff-arm
Youngin come and kill you for a script on
All he want is a pill
For them Percs, he go crazy
Stole this five from his BM
Knowin that they just had a baby
Stayin with my grandma
I still call her Ms. Bonnie
Gave a stripper ho a bag
And made her call in at Onyx
I be knowin the only way they'll love you
If you give them some money
Blood, sweat, and tears
My niggas died
Felt like we was livin for nothin
Bout to pull the Benz truck
In the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet
Phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets
But you got to choose
Buy everybody (sneakers) when we shop
I still got issues (his shoes)
Yeah, shot a nigga, but he ain't die
But he still left him on the pavement
Now he gotta pay the nigga he shot
To sign the affidavit, way ahead of 12
It was just roaches in that spot
That day they raided
I'm from where you play ball or trap
We don't fill out applications
Ain't no applications
This paper make you break bonds
I heard you say you love me
You showed it in a funny way
I'm not Faizon
Got niggas dyin daily
Meeting on my personal life
If I fucked and walked past her (pastor)
But I ain't goin to (church) tonight
My mama's worked two jobs
Overtime, I know she tired
If you gotta remind a nigga
To leave his phone
Then he wasn't supposed to slide
He like, "Rylo, where you been at?
I ain't talked to you in a minute
Do you still love me?"
She like, "Rylo, where you been at?
I know we don't kick it
But can you pay a bill for me?"
Bout to pull the Benz truck
In the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet
Phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets
But you got to choose
Buy everybody (sneakers) when we shop
I still got issues (his shoes)