Benz Truck

(Cook that shit up, Quay)

Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie

Gave a stripper hoe a bag and made her call in at Onyx

I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money

Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin'

'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you

Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news

You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose

Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues

Never hated on no nigga 'cause he had more than me

Ain't never see my pops, but still fuck with him 'cause he ain't aborted me

Love lil' bro to death, he got a dub, know he got love for me

Last time we talked, he told me he couldn't wait 'til you turn 43

Mini micro Draco, I took the wood off it

Nigga died, plenty shirts and solja rags, they beat the hood off it

Braindead, his mama pulled the plug, she seen him done fightin'

Four blicks in the car, but don't nan' one of us got gun license

Tell him get up off that block, go invest in him some stocks

Under the house, I hid the street sweeper, we ain't need no mop

Imagine tryna feed people who don't got an appetite

The ones I love left me, I pray one day, we gon' make it right

Demons chase me, I had to stiff-arm, ayy

Youngin come and kill you for a script on

All he want is a pill, for them Percs, he go crazy

Stole this five from his BM knowin' that they just had a baby

Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie

Gave a stripper hoe a bag and made her call in at Onyx

I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money

Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin'

'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you

Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news

You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose

Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues

Yeah, shot a nigga, but he ain't die, but he still left 'em on the pavement

Now he gotta pay the nigga he shot to sign the affidavit

Way ahead of 12, it was just roaches in that spot that day they raided

I'm from where you play ball or trap, we don't fill out applications

Ain't no applications

This paper make you break bonds

I heard you say you love me, you showed it in a funny way

I'm not Faizon

Got niggas dyin' daily, yeah, meeting on my personal life

If I fucked and walked past her, but I ain't goin' to church tonight

My mama's worked two jobs, overtime, I know she tired

If you gotta remind a nigga to leave his phone, then he wasn't supposed to slide

He like, "Rylo, where you been at?

I ain't talked to you in a minute, do you still love me?"

She like, "Rylo, where you been at?

I know we don't kick it, but can you pay a bill for me?"

'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you

Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news

You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose

Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues