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Jersey Numbers (Explicit) - Rod Wave/Rylo Rodriguez
Composed by：Rodarius Green
Pipe that
**** up TnT
Ayy JB
Ayy JB
Ayy JB
Yeah yeah uh
Fell in love with my cup it's just me and my drank
So much pain in my heart got me numb to the brain
And the crackers on our bumpers
**** ain't sweet as you think
Loyalty for royalty I did it all for the gang
Now here's a message for the youth it ain't worth it
Niggas police it ain't worth it
Yeah we stand on that business
**** around tie up a witness
My past ain't perfect the judge handing out jersey numbers
Mistakes is nothing you live and you learn
I was tryna get some sleep so I been sipping that syrup
Preaching to my young niggas to lay off the pills
My baby mama text my phone like
You got some nerve
Know I come up out that bottom
I came straight from the curb
Youngin asking me advice to get his paper mature
My mouth told him chase his dream
But the younger child in me screamed
Tell your big homie to front you half a bird
You scared then go to church
If you scared them crackers'll give you life you life
Okay my brother back in jail
My songs leaking out I am not alright
In 2018 my partner was eighteen
They gave him twenty years twenty years
If you eighteen with twenty
That mean he got more time than he
******* lived
Preaching to Lil Keed I told him try
To make it to the league get a jersey number
It ain't nothing in these streets
But graveyards and jersey numbers jersey numbers
Yeah yeah yeah
It ain't nothing in these streets
But graveyards and jersey numbers jersey numbers
Bro callin' from the jail he said his lawyer swapped him out
Uh
I was hollerin' at lil' Yayo
They gave him a dub and he did five
Still shot him with his slides on
Bro institutionalized
Still killin' inmates shanked each other
I'm just happy that he survived
Pay anything to get you free you I'm picking sides
Know a couple people who bit the cheese who used to be the guys
Paid an inmate in call fare clean your laundry laundry
Shoot away show you how I did get a lunch tray lunch tray
They'll give you a judge and I'ma judge don't put you in the gang
They be treating us like a jeweler can't wait to put us in some chains
On FaceTime with lil' TJ say his mama was actin' strange
She was actin' strange
Said his brother turned his back since he been in
Felt his pain
Seen a gangster go to jail and
**** a sissy
He wouldn't control himself the first day out
I was back to sipping
Niggas tell me
Don't get high I should try and make a living
But I tell 'em I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
Preaching to Lil Keed I told him try to make it
To the league get a jersey number
Yeah
It ain't nothing in these streets
Yeah yeah but graveyards and jersey numbers
Yeah jersey numbers
Yeah yeah yeah
It ain't nothing in these streets but graveyards
And jersey numbers jersey numbers
Uh
