rylo rodriguez – system lyrics
[intro]
go crazy, ag
ran this sh+t up from a penny, i still remember who around me
i put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
[chorus]
i used to rubber band the money by a rack, now i do it by the ten
don’t give ’em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
street curfew, jail time, grindin’ ’cause i ain’t goin’ in
low car, ram truck, do it like i’m jalen ramsey
n+ggas said he robbin’, but he ain’t take a n+gga yet
how the h+ll you slime when you ain’t snake a n+gga yet?
sister hatin’ ‘causе i’m a rapper, promoters lookin’ for me now
thе da got the judge, wanna book a n+gga now
that lil’ ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
one of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
you the type to put some money on a n+gga head and call it off
i’m the type to put some money on a n+gga head and up the amount
[verse]
soon as we f+ck, she want a check, but that sh+t fake, you gotta bounce
streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don’t count
n+ggas dissin’, why they say that i don’t say, got it back
louis v b+tton down, covered the switch ’cause it match
i’m the same lil’ n+gga from the bricks, free lil’ pat
in the game, i run with n+ggas who ain’t a blood to get you whacked
i been talkin’ to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
he was solid ’til he told, then a n+gga told back
bodies droppin’ back and forth just like ping+pong
lil’ bro got shot, he out spinnin’ with a sling on
[?], who you famous
back against the ropes, don’t trip out how i’m around devin haney
you f+ckin’ everybody, ain’t it
why the h+ll you unfaithful? she ain’t even got sh+t
how the h+ll you ungrateful? made his sister call the locksmith
i thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
i left ’cause she ain’t hop in
we the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
f+ck i look like buying a ho a ap, that’s a waste of time
two weeks out, i done drunk like five pints, and that’s like eighty lines
two weeks out, and it’s crazy zero rung the cellphone like eighty times
[bridge]
free the boys
[chorus]
i used to rubber band the money by a rack, now i do it by the ten
don’t give ’em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
street curfew, jail time, grindin’ ’cause i ain’t goin’ in
low car, ram truck, do it like i’m jalen ramsey
n+ggas said he robbin’, but he ain’t take a n+gga yet
how the h+ll you slime when you ain’t snake a n+gga yet?
sister hatin’ ’cause i’m a rapper, promoters lookin’ for me now
the da got the judge, wanna book a n+gga now
that lil’ ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
one of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
you the type to put some money on a n+gga head and call it off
i’m the type to put some money on a n+gga head and up the amount
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