[Intro]
Romo

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
We was offside (Offside), we was out of bounds (Out of bounds)
Without a hashtag, had a lot of pounds, ayy
Had to break it down, split it up like a divorce
We stood tall in baggy pants, wasn't takin' no shorts
Adapt to it, rap music was taking its course
Before the 'Gram, we sold grams and scraped pans like we fryin' eggs
Got homies died in the feds
Now Juice got shows at Riverside, no rider, man

[Chorus: RJmrLA]
Leeway
All the rules and they with that he-say
We gon' run it up like a relay
Blowin' that cake just like a B-day
On God, n***a, all my n***as goin' rags to riches
They goin' rags to riches
On God, n***a, all my n***as goin' rags to riches
We goin' rags to riches

[Verse 2: Rucci]
I don't care 'bout what you want, ayy
Just let me be me (What?)
A gang of fallen soldiers, I'm still standing on my feet, ayy
R-U-double-C-D-A-W-G
They let me off the leash, now I'm ready to eat
Okay, my daddy still stuck in Tijuana, ayy
I'm just prayin' that I live to see mañana, on my mama, ayy
You talkin' peace, but my homies ain't droppin' weapons
And we still G's but now we Benihana steppin', ayy, go
Is there a right way to do the wrong thing?
I got my shit together, now I'm in my own lane
The type of n***a that'll die for my whole name (That's on Norf)
Shout out my pops, that's Big Tak, off that cocaine
Ayy, ayy, give me peace, give me life, give me justice, ayy
Roll the dice, gamble, my life, I'm like fuck it (What?)
I don't trust shit, if I need it, I won't ask you, n***a
You know lil' Rucci went from rags to riches, go
[Chorus: RJmrLA]
All a n***a needed was leeway
All the rules and they with that he-say
We gon' run it up like a relay
Blowin' that cake just like a B-day
On God, n***a, all my n***as goin' rags to riches
They goin' rags to riches
On God, n***a, all my n***as goin' rags to riches
We goin' rags to riches, oh