Die For lyrics

by

Rylo Rodriguez


[Chorus]
My n*ggas dyin' for they grandpas
My n*ggas dyin' for they grandmas
He don't know me just know what I tell him
They don't know whats going on way behind these cameras
I don't f*ck wit him, but thats my blood like a tampon
Can't lie girl I don't love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a n*gga up with lead like a scantron
I Gave some racks to n*ggas lawyers and made damn bonds

[Verse 1]
He took a fentanyl pill, he died from it, I still get high as hell
RIP Big John, he ain't got 20 years but he don't get a lot of mail
If you tell a hoe what your n*gga said about him, leave the game you is not a player
Had the car wrecked, Progressive couldn't help us RIP Lil Fed
Lost over 20 n*ggas, but I don't want no sympathy
They told me time will get better
It did, 2 Rollies on both wrists I went and bust down the bezzels
Everybody want a meal but no one wanna cook the dinner
Sick of losing all my dogs I might f*ck around and start a kennel
Bought her a Cartier bracelet, ain't talk to her since I gave it to her
On the elevator with my dogs, got off when I thought about Paid in Full
I'm a project baby my brother prayed smoke woulda come put our cable up
I was spending not saving on my partner I couldn't get a dollar from him
When it came to these hoes he told me he went in his profit money
Know these b*tches be lying, but I ain't saying they blocking for me
Can't be wasting no time, I put my watch in a sippy cup
They got money, we got money but its different
He a killer caught another body say it felt different
All alone in my room, sometimes I stare at my walls
They still hang with him he told, man them n*ggas know he the law
Them n*ggas tripping, take they passport from em
You just see what I post imagine what I don't, gettin gas store money
In my city ridin round one deep I got the dashboard running
Seen a n*gga get killed in the hood, I was 12 they took his last breath from him
Dude momma got killed inside the projects, bullets in the screen door from it
Post these numbers wock in a faygo
I sip this sh*t for the taste, not for the high
Blow up bed we had to lay low
Took a bullet to the head turned him to a tomato
Took a bullet to the head now he a vegetable
I'm tryna make his bond just so I could kill him though
Ain't talk to Poodie in a minute, thats still my n*gga though
Judge gave him 30, imagine being 20 praying that you're 54

[Chorus]
My n*ggas dyin' for they grandpas
My n*ggas dyin' for they grandmas
He don't know me just know what I tell him
They don't know whats going on way behind these cameras
I don't f*ck wit him, but thats my blood like a tampon
Can't lie girl I don't love you more than my handgun
Quick to fill a n*gga up with lead like a scantron
I Gave some racks to n*ggas lawyers and made damn bonds

[Outro]
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love, yeah
Thats still my n*gga though
I need love
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