Tangotalk

[Intro: Rod Wave] (Pipe that s*it up, TnT) (Ayy, JB) Yeah, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Rod Wave] 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, s*it 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 N!ggas police, it ain’t worth it Yeah, we stand on that business, fu*k 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 n!ggas 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 fu*king lived [Chorus: Rod Wave] 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 [Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez