Die For Lyrics – Rylo Rodriguez
Singer: Rylo Rodriguez
Title: Die For
My n#gg#s dyin’ for they grandpas
My n#gg#s dyin’ for they grandmas
He don’t know me just know what i tell him
They don’t know whats going on way behind these cameras
I don’t f#ck wit him, but thats my blood like a tampon
Can’t lie girl i don’t love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a n#gg# up with lead like a scantron
I gave some racks to n#gg#s lawyers and made damn bonds
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, i still get high as hell
Rip big john, he ain’t got 20 years but he don’t get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what your n#gg# said about him, leave the game you is not a player
Had the car wrecked, progressive couldn’t help us rip lil fed
Lost over 20 n#gg#s, but i don’t want no sympathy
They told me time will get better
It did, 2 rollies on both wrists i went and bust down the bezzels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dogs i might f#ck around and start a kennel
Bought her a cartier bracelet, ain’t talk to her since i gave it to her
On the elevator with my dogs, got off when i thought about paid in full
I’m a project baby my brother prayed smoke woulda come put our cable up
I was spending not saving on my partner i couldn’t get a dollar from him
When it came to these hoes he told me he went in his profit money
Know these b#tches be lying, but i ain’t saying they blocking for me
Can’t be wasting no time, i put my watch in a sippy cup
They got money, we got money but its different
He a killer caught another body say it felt different
All alone in my room, sometimes i stare at my walls
They still hang with him he told, man them n#gg#s know he the law
Them n#gg#s tripping, take they passport from em
You just see what i post imagine what i don’t, gettin gas store money
In my city ridin round one deep i got the dashboard running
Seen a n#gg# get killed in the hood, i was 12 they took his last breath from him
Dude momma got killed inside the projects, bullets in the screen door from it
Post these numbers wock in a faygo
I sip this sh#t for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed we had to lay low
Took a bullet to the head turned him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head now he a vegetable
I’m tryna make his bond just so i could kill him though
Ain’t talk to poodie in a minute, thats still my n#gg# though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20 praying that you’re 54
My n#gg#s dyin’ for they grandpas
My n#gg#s dyin’ for they grandmas
He don’t know me just know what i tell him
They don’t know whats going on way behind these cameras
I don’t f#ck wit him, but thats my blood like a tampon
Can’t lie girl i don’t love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a n#gg# up with lead like a scantron
I gave some racks to n#gg#s lawyers and made damn bonds
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love, yeah
Thats still my n#gg# though
I need love
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