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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Geno
Al Geno
Producer

Lyrics

E! Streets gettin' harder, goin' to jail gettin' way too easy Them niggas left me out here, knowin' one day they gon' need me I ain't talkin' HIV, but they told me shit was gon' get easy I know some niggas ain't make it back home, off of home invasions Confessions in the darkness Confessions in the darkness When the light come, they tell lies Her son died, said, "Momma, don't cry" In school I gotta eat, 'cause I counted my numbers in another way One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, then come Section 8 (Section 8) Know kingpins who came home and ran it back up I know a snitch who got released and then found more plugs (he found more plugs) The streets fucked up, in and out the court like Rucker Park They took a knee on George Floyd and he ain't even have one choice That nigga stabbed me in my back But it wasn't deep so I just stitched it up I wish death on all my opps They like remotes, them niggas cliquing up Newborn killers tryna murk you, that's how they get a name Headshot, he died instant, so he ain't even hear the bang If this money got you walkin' on my spine Then move back your steps If it isn't, you can have all this shit I just want you to be back yourself Streets gettin' harder, goin' to jail gettin' way too easy (way too easy) Them niggas left me out here, knowin' one day they gon' need me (they gon' need me) I ain't talkin' HIV, but they told me shit was gon' get easy (gon' get easy) I know some niggas ain't make it back home, off of home invasions (I don't have leave) Confessions in the darkness Confessions in the darkness When the light come, they tell lies Her son died, said, "Momma, don't cry" Can't believe they tryna blackmail a project baby I remember bein' broke, I had to call the maintenance He ain't chew a tic-tac, where he from That nigga made a statement Gotta keep my health up to date I sip lean standing up straight Told her the week or the day, only way we go on a date I could see the hate on her face, I left some racks at her place I filled the back of her throat, we was in the back of the Wraith Prayin' to have a son before it's too late Woman I wanna spend my life with I ain't talk to her since Tuesday A month ago, a bunch of hoes In the studio just me and the bros I ain't fuck, nan' one of 'em, I just like the vibes I'm Johnny to these niggas, my opps like to hide I like basketball, but gettin' money was my main goal Think somebody threw Viagra pills down the drains holes Streets gettin' harder, goin' to jail gettin' way too easy Them niggas left me out here Knowin' one day they gon' need me I ain't talkin' HIV, but they told me shit was gon' get easy I know some niggas, ain't make it back home, off of home invasions Confessions in the darkness Confessions in the darkness When the light come, they tell lies Her son died, said, "Momma, don't cry"
Writer(s): Unknown, Gene Hixon, Rylo Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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