Paroles de la chanson Alphabets par Rylo Rodriguez

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(Jai Beats on the track boy)

I do not know my alphabets, I'm rocking VVS
I bought Palm Angels hoping I could get a path to heaven
That young nigga been a man he ain't had to ask a reverend
That young nigga 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

I told that ho why you just Uber on the way
It's outside ???
I remember going on licks
I pray my nigga 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 get easy it got harder
I drunk lean seventy-two days without no water

Whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

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 niggas 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 fuck you but you didn't wait before then
I want you dead but hell of coppers, long live Kobe
You ho some ho's they'll really fuck you for a shoutout
I don't want that pussy throwback just like Dada
I'm the type of nigga 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 killed
I don't give a fuck if he seventeen, I seen youngins kill OG's
My lil nigga 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 fucking 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

I do not know my alphabets, I'm rocking VVS
I bought Palm Angels hoping I could get a path to heaven
That young nigga been a man he ain't had to ask a reverend
That young nigga 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

Bought her a Louis purse, I don't do no coach I ain't Doc Rivers
No domestic violence but I promise to god before I hit her

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