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rod wave - jersey numbers lyrics

[intro: rod wave]
(pipe that sh+t up, tnt)
(ayy, jb)
yeah, yeah, uh

[verse 1: rod wave]
fell in love with my cup, it’s just me and my drank
so much pain in my heart got me numb to the brain
and the crackers on our bumpers, sh+t ain’t sweet as you think

n+ggas police, it ain’t worth it
yeah, we stand on that business, f+ck around, tie up a witness
my past ain’t perfect, the judge handing out jersey numbers
mistakes is nothing, you live and you learn
i was tryna get some sleep, so i been sipping that syrup
preaching to my young n+ggas to lay off the pills
my baby mama text my phone like, “you got some nеrve”
know i come up out that bottom, i came straight from thе curb
youngin asking me advice to get his paper mature
my mouth told him chase his dream, but the younger child in me screamed

you scared, then go to church, if you scared, them crackers’ll give you life, you life
okay, my brother back in jail, my songs leaking out, i am not alright

[chorus: rod wave]
preaching to lil keed, i told him try to make it to the league, get a jersey number
it ain’t nothing in these streets, but graveyards and jersey numbers, jersey numbers
yeah, yeah, yeah
it ain’t nothing in these streets, but graveyards and jersey numbers, jersey numbers

[verse 2: rylo rodriguez & rod wave]
bro callin’ from the jail, he said his lawyer swapped him out (uh)
i was hollerin’ at lil’ yayo, they gave him a dub and he did five
still shot him with his slides on, bro institutionalized
still k!llin’, inmates shanked each other, i’m just happy that he survived
pay anything to get you free, you, i’m picking sides

paid an inmate in call fare, clean your laundry, laundry
shoot away, show you how i did get a lunch tray, lunch tray
they’ll give you a judge and i’ma judge, don’t put you in the gang
they be treating us like a jeweler, can’t wait to put us in some chains
on facetime with lil’ tj, say his mama was actin’ strange (she was actin’ strange)
said his brother turned his back since he been in, i felt his pain (felt his pain)
seen a gangster go to jail and f+ck a sissy
he wouldn’t control himself, the first day out, i was back to sipping
n+ggas tell me, “don’t get high,” i should try and make a living
but i tell ’em i’m a hustler and i’d rather make a k!lling

[chorus: rod wave & rylo rodriguez]
preaching to lil keed, i told him try to make it to the league, get a jersey number (yeah)
it ain’t nothing in these streets (yeah, yeah), but graveyards and jersey numbers (yeah), jersey numbers
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
it ain’t nothing in these streets, but graveyards and jersey numbers, jersey numbers
uh

- rod wave lyrics

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