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rylo rodriguez - alphabets lyrics

[intro]
(jai beats on the track boy)

[chorus]
i do not know my alphabets, i’m rocking vvs
i bought palm angels hoping i could get a path to heaven
that young n+gga been a man he ain’t had to ask a reverend
that young n+gga fear a [?] when they drive the chevy
ak’s and drums praying we don’t die young
you know i’m pulling up trackhawk jeep it not a rental
i can take you to the white house my rolex presidential
i can take you the white house where they cook but it’s not dinner

[verse 1]
i told that ho why you just uber on the way
it’s outside [?]
i remember going on l!cks
i pray my n+gga don’t hurt me, yeah we heat
they cut me deep just like surgery let me bleed
been at so many shootouts don’t worry i’m not scared
been at so many shootouts don’t worry i’m not dead
father, father, father, you told me times would be easy it got harder
i drunk lean seventy+two days without no water

[refrain]
whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[verse 2]
talk to me, why don’t you come and talk to me?
get high or something, i can see you hiding from me
why you hiding from me don’t treat like i’m not johnny
[?] see 12 gon’ hit the lights we got to get outrunning
what you know about glocks & sticks blazing?
adrenaline rushing home invasion
we treat our opps just like hotels
we gon’ make them lil boys days end
so broke planning to run inside a bank
so broke ready to go out just like franky
[?] make em jump, strip em naked
i’m from where they set they young n+ggas up, they get taken
i give lil joe the green light and he going
i give lil joe the red light, he still going
what we gon’ do ma, this another eviction notice
you let me f+ck you but you didn’t wait before then
i want you dead but h+ll of coppers, long live kobe
you ho some ho’s they’ll really f+ck you for a shoutout
i don’t want that p+ssy throwback like dada
i’m the type of n+gga come and find you in your hideout
i got murder on my mind
i got demons in my ears
i got revenge in my soul
we spot him, we drop him on the rear
i watched my closest friend get k!lled
i don’t give a f+ck if he seventeen, i seen youngins k!ll og’s
my lil n+gga took a blind plea, now he will never see the streets
i tell him read [?]
he got a blade, i got a strap
i’m doing shows, he doing track
he getting built, i’m getting fat
i’m f+cking models, he [?]
on my way to the condo glass house top floor
walking back to his cell that mean he on his way home
boost our bundle out of jail, she was still at the mall
[chorus]
i do not know my alphabets, i’m rocking vvs
i bought palm angels hoping i could get a path to heaven
that young n+gga been a man he ain’t had to ask a reverend
that young n+gga fear a [?] when they drive the chevy
ak’s and drums praying we don’t die young
you know i’m pulling up trackhawk jeep it not a rental
i can take you to the white house my rolex presidential
i can take you the white house where they cook but it’s not dinner

[outro]
bought her a louis purse, i don’t do no coach i ain’t doc rivers
no domestic violence but i pray to god before i hit her

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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