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Stir (Explicit) - Rylo Rodriguez
Lyrics by：Ryan Adams/Isaiah Elijah Devoe
Composed by：Ryan Adams/Isaiah Elijah Devoe
Produced by：Yung Icey
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 bunt
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 supposed to be in this big-ass house with us
But you in there
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
He ain't get a day
My lawyer say"Lil Duke 'bout to come home"
But he ain't get a date
Cried like a ho 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 ho 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
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
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
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 fiancée had just wrote him
Say his wife sent him a letter and sprayed perfume on it
Gotta hang a bedspread on the wall when you gotta take a shit
Ain't nothing cool about it and you a sucker
You ain't even take your lick
I 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
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
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?
