[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
You don't even know you got some real killers on you
They don't know you slidin' for real, you gon' take they pistol from 'em
Lookin' at the judge, I'm in the table right in front 'em
If I'm in court, I gotta face 'em, I'd never sit on side Your Honor
Where you been, you pretend, you be sittin'
Skrt off that lil' shipment, save the bands for you
Spin a bin, spin again, spin again
Don't care what you do, long as you jump out shootin'

[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
Seem like it wasn't no other way for us
So we went and chose the streets 'cause Burger King ain't pay that much
My dawg cookin' dope, but he got jammed, they woke the neighbors up
They gave him twenty years, I wish lil' bro would've put his apron up
Lost some n***as, wrist sprung, somehow I keep on gettin' these paper-cuts
Pay they visits, still ain't home
Like, what that mean?
I made a way for us
Like, what that mean?
You got a switchy on you, we got like eight with us
Fuck they team, they ain't in our league, they'll die they ever play with us
Plenty times I wanted to do some to Flip, even though he stayed with us
You gon' run into 'em but not on Instagram, you see a opp', follow 'em
Many times I had to go restart when I hit rock-bottom
My cousin', he a rapper but he had told, he turned to Ty Dolla
Country boy, he don't want none' but the lows but he pay top dollar
Sleepin' on me, wantin' to wake n***as up but I could not bother
Even though I'm seven figures up, I still got problems
Lean in baby-bottles, filled up, I ain't have no toddler
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
You don't even know you got some real killers on you
They don't know you slidin' for real, you gon' take they pistol from 'em
Lookin' at the judge, I'm in the table right in front 'em
If I'm in court, I gotta face 'em, I'd never sit on side Your Honor
Where you been, you pretend, you be sittin'
Skrt off that lil' shipment, save the bands for you
Spin a bin, spin again, spin again
Don't care what you do, long as you jump out shootin'