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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Perry Trills
Perry Trills
Producer
Chosen One
Chosen One
Producer
Chosen 1
Chosen 1
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Someway, one day Someway, one day (Perry been shootin') Free Lil Tooter, he got told on by his co-defendant Shouldn't hiked the ball, he found that out he put his motion in Wanna stop beefing with my n-, but it was too fun he was my close friend Thinking them was my dawgs, I lost a book every time I showed my hand Corner store T-shirt with Lil Sly, right now he own the brand Project days, AC broke, we was hot, boy, we turned on the fan Girl, I hit tellin' me what I said 'bout, thinkin' I only told my mans Fuck her, I can't hold your hand, I'd rather let her hold the band But I'ma keep my drum though Just bought it from the pawn store Snakes inside the grass you gone get bit if you don't keep the lawn low Seen a couple of my days ones go get mad when I went and bought a lawnmower I done hit so many of these n- housewives in a condo I be wondering what my b- been doing I'on't know who you with when I'm away, I ain't never hung like Kyrie Just don't let me find out They try you, but don't you try me If you with a n-, just don't have no conversation talkin' 'bout me You get a drive from shootin' dice, this sh- was neutral 'til you crapped out Asked you 'bout - for your brother but you reversed it, now you back out And your partner hit a lick until ya lit, 'til it backfire Tired of burying the bros, I'm following the hearse, I'm hoping it catch a flat tire Really tryna wrap a n-, tell these rapper n- I ain't they rap out Where them diss songs? In your phone, hold up, choppa got 'em AirDrop Quit gambling with my life, I was shooting dice, hope he crap out 'Til the police shut down junky store with a pot, that's something to laugh at For a h-, he picking out plants, buying roses, can't believe it How you do that and you got a son, but won't take care your own seed? Bruh, teenagers hittin' the road, coming back with OGs And I ain't talking 'bout niggas who over 25, I'm talking weed Back against the ropes, it ain't no time for callin' Creed He went broke, couldn't pay his Ifa, he went crying on all his beads No time for calling your momma'nem, no time for calling me Sh- hit him 'cause she done changed up on everybody Had this h- from the Chi', keep talking bout she gon' treat me One of these lines cost 300, but I ain't grow up around Reese Know to spin and hide his face, but he ain't grow up around Yeezy God send who I asked for, if I can't handle her one day she gon' leave me One day, you might have to ask the C.O. to turn on the TV One day, you might have to tell your P.O. you won't pee-pee Got two life sentences, if his heart stop beating twice, they gon' free me Someway, one day, eventually, I can get us all out the hood Someway, one day, eventually, he'll come and love you like he should Someway, one day, I'm livin' for all the n- I lost, I'll see you in the after world Someway, one day Someway, one day
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