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ralo - with me lyrics

[intro: ralo]
fam
this is a twysted g*nius production
fam
famgoon
yeah

[chorus: ralo]
i drop the top and go get it, f-ck whoever ain’t with it
i know them haters offended, i did it without they permission
i hit that block with that perfect attendence
these n-gg-s broke, they gon’ cross you for pennies
i know some n-gg-s that’s with me ain’t with me
so i will not never put them in my business
f-ck whoever ain’t with me, tell ’em stop my business
f-ck whoever ain’t with me, tell ’em stop my business
i know some n-gg-s that’s with me ain’t with me
so i will not never put them in my business
i know some n-gg-s that’s with me ain’t with me
so i will not never put them in my business

[verse 1: ralo]
i’m going back independent, i know the label offended
everything you see, i did it, they ain’t even spend a penny
sent the label ’bout the whole advance, i don’t need a b-tch to hold my hand
you know i stand my own man, i don’t need a n-gg- for nothin’
bought my own house, bought my own car
bought my own sh-t, got my own b-tch
got my own clique, ride my own d-ck
i’m a n-gg- always had his own sh-t
every time they see me, they like, “oh sh-t”
and every time they always ask to hold sh-t
i don’t owe sh-t, i don’t know sh-t
and don’t get mad if i f-ck your old b-tch
n-gg-s sours, gettin’ into they feelings
you gotta be different to make a difference
i chase a bag and i just be chilling
a f-ck n-gg- can’t say nothing to me
if you ain’t with me then it’s f-ck you too
i had to cut all them busters loose
these n-gg-s lyin’, tell ’em tell the truth
and to tell the truth, these n-gg-s through

[verse 2: young dolph]
keep your friends close and the f-ck n-gg-s closer
lil’ n-gg- love to hustle, come up on the corner
dog -ss n-gg-, three cuban link chokers
dope boy sh-t, pull up in a testarossa
what’s that pokin’ out my shirt? that’s a super soaker
put my b-tch in a range rover
twenty minutes in the margiela store
twenty thousand was the total
runnin’ the trap, i’m a mogul
i smoke the best weed, never sober
no master p, b-tch, i’m a soldier
addicted to this sh-t that i told you
every n-gg- ever hated on me
i made it my business to pull up and sh-t on ’em
d-mn, my bad
i ain’t mean to pull up with three hundred thou’ on my wrist on ’em
nah, for real
i’m the type of n-gg-, pull up, sh-t on you and your big homie
why you mad at me?
’cause we made a whole lot of sacrifices, now we get money?
today, i might pull out the drop
pour raw up in my soda pop
rose presidential watch
smokin’ weed, back of the double r

[outro: ralo]
ayy, man
shout out to my dawg, my brother
twysted g*nius
he produced almost my whole project, man
he should be gettin’ awards and sh-t for the meaning
i love you to death, i appreciate you
and he the um, dude that bring the p-ssion when i’m rappin’ on this beat
he’s my favorite producer in the world
shout out to twysted g*nius, famgoon

- ralo lyrics

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