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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Perry Trills
Producer
Chosen One
Producer
Chosen 1
Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Someway, one day
Someway, one day
Perry been shootin'
[Verse 1]
Free Lil Tooter, he got told on by his co-defendant
Shouldn't have hiked the ball, he found that out he put his motion in
Wanna stop beefing with my ****, but it was too fun, he was my close friend
Thinking them was my dawgs, I lost a book every time I showed my hand
[Verse 2]
Corner store T-shirt with Lil Sly, right now he own the brand
Project days, AC broke, we was hot, boy, we turned on the fan
Girl, I hit tellin' me what I said 'bout, thinkin' I only told my mans
Fuck her, I can't hold your hand, I'd rather let her hold the band
[Verse 3]
But I'ma keep my drum though
Just bought it from the pawn store
Snakes inside the grass you gone get bit if you don't keep the lawn low
Seen a couple of my days ones go get mad when I went and bought a lawnmower
I done hit so many of these ****' housewives in a condo
[Verse 4]
I be wondering what my bitch been doing
I'on't know who you with when I'm away, I ain't never home like Kyrie
Just don't let me find out
They try you, but don't you try me
If you with a ****, just don't have no conversation talkin' 'bout me
[Verse 5]
You get a drive from shootin' dice, this shit was neutral till you crapped out
Asked you 'bout a murder for your brother but you reversed it, now you back out
And your partner hit a lick until ya lit, till it backfire
Tired of burying the bros, I'm following the hearse, I'm hoping it catch a flat tire
Really tryna wrap a ****, tell these rapper **** I ain't they rap out
Where them diss songs? In your phone, hold up, choppa got 'em, AirDrop
Quit gambling with my life, I was shooting dice, hope he crap out
Till the police shut down junky store with a pot, that's something to laugh at
[Verse 6]
For a ho, he picking out plants, buying roses, can't believe it
How you do that and you got a son, but won't take care your own seed?
Bruh, teenagers hittin' the road, coming back with OGs
And I ain't talking 'bout **** who over twenty-five, I'm talking weed
Back against the ropes, it ain't no time for callin' Creed
He went broke, couldn't pay his Ifa, he went crying on all his beads
No time for calling your momma'nem, no time for calling me
Shit hit him 'cause she done changed up on everybody
[Verse 7]
Had this ho from the Chi', keep talking bout she gon' treat me
One of these lines cost three hundred, but I ain't grow up around Reese
Know to spin and hide his face, but he ain't grow up around Yeezy
God send who I asked for, if I can't handle her one day she gon' leave me
One day, you might have to ask the C.O. to turn on the TV
One day, you might have to tell your P.O. you won't pee-pee
Got two life sentences, if his heart stop beating twice, they gon' free me
[Outro]
Someway, one day, eventually, I can get us all out the hood
Someway, one day, eventually, he'll come and love you like he should
Someway, one day, I'm livin' for all the **** I lost, I'll see you in the after world
Someway, one day
Someway, one day
Someway, one day
Someway, one day
Written by: Rylo Rodriguez