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Versuri Rylo Rodriguez – Stir lyrics

[Verse 1]
Grew up in the ‘jects, only thing you promised a casket or a bunk
Gave lil bro his flowers ‘cause he ain’t tell, he got like sixty months
He was two years in, I had took it back, ‘cause he had fucked a ponk
They was saying, “He lost his mind,” I don’t think he did, they was talkin’ ‘bout Lamont
Kel got an elbow, he had three strikes, I wish he would’ve bond
They kept shootin’ Lil J mama house up, that’s how he got his L
His family sick of divin’ on the floor, little sister ain’t even care
Facetimin’ with my cousin, he up the road, they had made him cut his hair
You supposеd to be in this big-ass house with us, but you in therе
You ask me if I be goin’ to see your children, can’t lie, here and there
But I send your BM money every holiday to get them something to wear
I don’t never wish jail upon no man, but I knew how Ty was livin’
They whacked him, he wasn’t even home a whole year, wish bro would’ve stayed in prison
My uncle told on Duke, he in Georgia but he ain’t get a day
My lawyer say, “Lil Duke about to come home,” but he didn’t get a date
I cried like a hoe when they killed Tyrone, he tried to hit a play
Ain’t get your letter, you say I was actin’ funny, but I ain’t Desi Banks
If a nigga take the feds to trial, it always end bad
How I’m supposed to tell my bro his hoe been out here gettin’ dragged?
Hope Skooby lawyer can find a mistake in the case, I’m just curious
Say the feds was lookin’ for him, it was Homeland Security
They took a Patek off my wrist, put shackles on my hand
Had to turn myself in in my prime, I feel like Deion Sanders
JoJo locked up, doin’ twenty-five, won’t tell how he on the Gram
People in his background get to rappin’ ‘cause they know who I am
My day one was talkin’ ‘bout me before he went to jail, fucked with my head
But I can’t let him sit without no lawyer, even after what he said

[Hook]
How GWAY gon’ look at me?
How the hell Ayesha gon’ look at me?
Made it through them drug busts, look at me
Know how the D.A. gon’ look at me

[Verse 2]
Remember waitin’ for trial for two years, it’s fucked up how they playin’
The Way he go to sleep, he get a rag, tie a knife around his hand
Know she be fuckin’ just when I call, pick up the phone for me
(I was talkin’ to my bunkie, he told me how his fiance had just wrote him)
Say his wife sent him a letter and sprayed perfume on it
Got a hang a bed spread on the wall, when you gotta take a shit
Ain’t nun cool about it, and you a sucker, you ain’t even take your lick
Always wanted to be like Lil Jermaine, he was spoiled as it get
Saw him last month, he was at the store, he asked for eighty cents
When his girl cheated, he ain’t want to go to court, he say he sick
Can’t believe bro facin’ all that time and worried ‘bout a chick

[Hook]
How GWAY gon’ look at me?
How the hell Ayesha gon’ look at me?
Made it through them drug busts, look at me
Know how the D.A. gon’ look at me

[Bridge]
Now the C.O. gon’ look at me
Give a fuck how the P.O. gon’ look at me
Cut his hair off, he got court this week
Hope a nigga change, ‘cause how your honor gon’ look at me?