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Rylo Rodriguez – Mutual Lyrics

Mutual Lyrics – Statik Selektah

(Plug, don’t do this to us)
(Damn Kai you goin’ crazy)

I was layin’ low, end up on the floor
Had to blow up a air mattress
I never thought about bein’ in a movie
They play, I’m gettin’ active
Was a lil’ boy hood tellin’ me they mad?
Way before I met the pastor
‘Cause my money, my ho, nobody gettin’ green
Why I never liked the Packers
I give every young nigga in my city hope
We the reason why they poppin’ Perkys
Let ’em borrow my style, you got no Thanksgiving
We gon’ fuck around and buy ’em turkeys
Mini, micro, Draco, I’m still working on my off days
Let us be mutual

This shit wasn’t easy, I came up hard, I been through every phase (Phase)
I grind so hard, bust down a chain, my diamonds pave (Woah)
Cut off my nigga, he fucked me up, he had some opp ways (Damn)
I’ve been betrayed, my heart on ice, I feel like Rod Wave (Yeah)
I’m always on go, don’t need no brakes, I’m smashing on the gas (Skrr)
Bread Gang, BGE, like back pockets, you play we on your ass (Facts)
Black trucks, black tux, toe on your tag, zipped in a body bag (What’s that?)
It’s gon’ be a funeral, oh (Oh)
I can’t even count how many times my life been caved in (Too many)
Been quarantining inside this coupe feel like a caveman (I’m dolo)
They copy and paste my fit to stylist then they press and send (Where you get that?)
Most of these niggas created players they ain’t made men (Woah)

I was layin’ low, end up on the floor
Had to blow up a air mattress
I never thought about bein’ in a movie
They play, I’m gettin’ active
Was a lil’ boy hood tellin’ me they mad?
Way before I met the pastor
‘Cause my money, my ho, nobody gettin’ green
Why I never liked the Packers
I give every young nigga in my city hope
We the reason why they poppin’ Perkys
Let ’em borrow my style, you got no Thanksgiving
We gon’ fuck around and buy ’em turkeys
Mini, micro, Draco, I’m still working on my off days
Let us be mutual

Friends, I know a nigga who murked a nigga
Couldn’t come outside, though he tote a pistol
Pour a train in a can, purp broke my liver
Them evasion plans, kick door and enter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m lit, bamboo stick we eat it for dinner (For dinner)
Or domestic violence break for night, I had hit her (Yeah)
Amiri Jeans, I wear that shit like Abercrombie (Yeah)
Fuck 12, I still won’t give ’em a tip, my [?] with Lauren London (Yeah)
I’ma go, go
I won’t go six figures
Say you gotta have money to war, I used to agree with ’em
Say you gotta have money to go to war, you tryna get niggas
That’s cap, I know a broke nigga who murked the rich nigga
Go, go, snitchin’ nigga
PS4, I pair the player

I was layin’ low, end up on the floor
Had to blow up a air mattress
I never thought about bein’ in a movie
They play, I’m gettin’ active
Was a lil’ boy hood tellin’ me they mad?
Way before I met the pastor
‘Cause my money, my ho, nobody gettin’ green
Why I never liked the Packers
I give every young nigga in my city hope
We the reason why they poppin’ Perkys
Let ’em borrow my style, you got no Thanksgiving
We gon’ fuck around and buy ’em turkeys
Mini, micro, Draco, I’m still working on my off days
Let us be mutual

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