System Lyrics

System - Rylo Rodriguez

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Go crazy, AG

Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me

I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten

Don't give 'em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin

Street curfew, jail time, ground me 'cause I ain't going in

Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I'm Jalen Ramsey

Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet

How the hell you slime when you ain't snakе a nigga yet?

System hating 'cause I'm a rappеr, promoters looking for me now

The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now

That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind

One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine

You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off

I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount

Soon as we fuck, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce

Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count

Niggas dissin', while they sittin’ at home safe, got it back

Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match

I'm the same lil' nigga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat

In the game, I run with niggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked

I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back

He was solid 'til he told, then a nigga told back

Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong

Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on

That how they act, when you get famous

Back against the ropes, don't trip, I got more rounds then Devin Haney

You fuckin' everybody, ain't it

Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit

How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith

I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches

I left 'cause she ain't hop in

We the type to extort extorters, you the type to pay the fine

Fuck I look like buying a ho a AP? That's a waste of time

Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines

Two weeks, I done pressed zero on a cell phone like eighty times

Free the bros

I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten

Don't give 'em time to mourn, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin

Street curfew, jail time, ground me 'cause I ain't going in

Low key car, ram truck, dulley like I'm Jalen Ramsey

Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet

How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?

System hating cause I'm a rapper, promoters looking for me now

The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now

That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind

One of my dogs got shot and paralyzed, three bullets hit his spine

You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off

I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount