Pain lyrics

by

Rylo Rodriguez


[Intro]
You know, a I put my whole heart in this sh*t n*gga,(they talking like they from the hood somewhere O)
I ain't really know what I was like what I was doing
Like where I was going
They said "Rylo you sent the devil yo location, 'cause that sh*t right around the corner,"
I know it's 'round the corner
I make the hood cry don't I
(on god)

[Chorus]
n*ggas ain't solid dey Targets, (ha ha)
Pocket rocket like James Harden, (ha ya)
You can see where the pain scarred me
The ways its shape that 40 Glock cartridge, (got a cartridge)
Drop 20 bands inside a Tahoe truck, (a hey hey)
They came to backdoor me like a brinks truck, (hey hey)
Still lost but a n*gga, Ain't never beat me up
They be telling me ”Rylo go to sleep”
n*ggas hate to see me up

[Verse 1]
Project baby I den bought over a thousand frozen cups (na na)
Yea they call me Rylo but I’m not from the bluff (Ha ya)
Ask why my jeans skinny? 'cause I'm tryna dodge them cuffs
Could've bought 14 Ray-Bans, but I bought me a pair of buffs, (bought a pair of Cartier's)
If I knew they would all jump ships I would've stayed on the lil boat
Just like Lil Yachty, boy yo hoe a real thotty
She gave me head to her nose snotty, she want 69 but I ain't Tekashi
They can shut all the play grounds down, but I know Lil Fiz he still sliding
She want me to buy her ass and titties, rather pay Lil joe to catch real bodies
Got my n*ggas in a box, so why they can't get a fight? Adrien Broner
I ask Lil Yay he must have sent death our location
'Cause I feel like dat sh*t right around the corner
[Verse 2]
Pooh died from cancer, (sh*t)
God called and I had to cancel it
I'm talkin' to death by jit, every day I pray for Lil Rick
Every night I pray for Lil dukes
First gun was off the street, scratch the serial off like fruit loops, (cereal off like fruit loops)
Keep yo friends close but you gotta keep yo enemies closer
Remember goin' on licks we hit praying a n*gga don't smoke us, (n*gga don't kill me)
Caught em slippin, we knew dat boy was a runt so we smoked him, (runt)
Hoe know she burning, ha mammy fried like okra, (blunt)
I do this rap sh*t to make sure my n*ggas straight
But I know they ain't no fags, (know they ain't fags)
Tiveon and Timmy died in a wreck
They both was tryna do the dash
Stopped for a old lady, keep on goin' in this car
But it don't use gas,(Tesla)
If his name was Ricky
I still won't give him a chance to shoot back

[Chorus]
n*ggas ain't solid dey Targets, (ha ha)
Pocket rocket like James Harden, (ha ya)
You can see where the pain scarred me
The ways its shape that 40 Glock cartridge, (got a cartridge)
Drop 20 bands inside a Tahoe truck, (a hey hey)
They came to backdoor me like a brinks truck, (hey hey)
Still lost but a n*gga, Ain't never beat me up
They be telling me ”Rylo go to sleep”
n*ggas hate to see me up
[Verse 3]
They ain't know I tote the 40 Glock, (aye, yay)
Dem long nights, we was out on the block, like lean back
Can't picture me like a b*tch wanna crop me out, (all the way)
15 hunnid I drink codeine, like Powerade
I get high I sweat HighTec like Gatorade
Lil Blic got murked coming out da dice game, dey blew off his fade
Hope my Grandad can see me now, he had died I took his slat
I put the whole family on my back
Flew the Hoe there from here and back
Mom use to give me money for snacks, but I’ll give it to my uncle for crack
He gone let me see his Buick
Brett Favre a n*gga then been threw it
She ain't let me f*ck her the first night but I knew her friend would
I was broke a year ago I took my cast off n threw it
Me and Tim just rode to the show in a chopper just in case it snow
I'm from the bricks
I just flew to the club in a chopper and seen Dej Loaf
I know I gave the hood faith, like bad boys dey ain't have hope, Candy lady dont f*ck wit Marcus cus he be selling other Calicos (candy)
Buy a harsh drink out the pharmacy
Ray Charles in the middle of the car these percs tried to form a C
I'ma pull up shooting, I'ma wait and let them hoe in me
If I have a kid I can't have no daughter 'cause ain't no hoe in me

[Chorus]
n*ggas ain't solid dey Targets, (ha ha)
Pocket rocket like James Harden, (ha ya)
You can see where the pain scarred me
The ways its shape that 40 Glock cartridge, (got a cartridge)
Drop 20 bands inside a Tahoe truck, (a hey hey)
They came to backdoor me like a brinks truck, (hey hey)
Still lost but a n*gga, Ain't never beat me up
They be telling me ”Rylo go to sleep”
n*ggas hate to see me up
(Ohhh)
[Outro]
n*ggas ain't solid dey Targets, (ha ha)
Pocket rocket like James Harden, (ha ya)
You can see where the pain scarred me
The ways its shape that 40 Glock cartridge, (got a cartridge)
Drop 20 bands inside a Tahoe truck, (a hey hey)
They came to backdoor me like a brinks truck, (hey hey)
Still lost but a n*gga, Ain't never beat me up
They be telling me ”Rylo go to sleep”
n*ggas hate to see me up
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