Neighborhood Starz Lyrics by Rylo Rodriguez
(Feat. Lil Baby & Kevin Gates)
You goin’ on hits for a mice ’cause he’s M’s up
I’m sneakin’ pictures when we link, I won’t film her
You shot lil’ bro and paralyzed ’em, but he slimmed up
These green rocks, took a pink one like Nicki Minaj
You thirty points hangin’ with some teens, heard you beefin’ with some lil’ boys
They be shootin’ from all the way down the street, you really got to be on they cars
They can spin like every five months, literally
Phone bill a hundred, but I got millions right here in my notes
Hurt me so much, I ain’t cut ’em off, you know he DM my ho’
They tryna link, ‘fore he got merked, shawty dropped my lo’
I standin’ for everybody problems, heart go through the most shit
You be hatin’ on the niggas from the same team, who your coaches?
Fuck what the city, I share a nigga music, help promote them
I know lil’ bruh and them have real smoke when I posted
Rapper turn rat, I can hear the squealin’ in his vocals
He sayin’ that then you make bro, [?] tellin’
Six feet, but the P90 5’7
I miss your voice, baby
I miss your voice
I still got those gifts you gave me
I knew you got choice
She ain’t even keep it
She had a kid when we was beefin’, broke me to pieces
I liked my brother girl picture, all of ’em my nieces
You was out single when my foot shoulders could head tapped ’em
You shootin’ guns, but tellin’ guys that they shed a hat
Right now I can’t go to Mobile, I still do charity
I knew I was rap my junior year, put me on [?]
I still won’t know where a nigga be if it wasn’t for Dominique
From the blood [?], only time when you on both sides of beef
Bruh said you wasn’t, but you’re in it like Bunna B
Told ’em open the door, can’t let down the window ’cause this a BP
I [?] ’bout a freak, man, you is me
You know money don’t make you, you ‘post to make the money
It don’t cost a dime to keep it real
So many died in the field
So many got countless years
But it is what it is
Shit all Gs when it need to be
What matter the most?
Bruh have a ticket and mama count just for the medicine
Bruh had laced, now he Twitch Streamer University
I won’t be in the same with no snitch, I’m gon’ get nervous
I shed no feelin’ when Lulu die, even though that hurt me
Thirteen-hundred hours help a man get a reception to come and see
Went through a lot of losses when showin’ love to the wrong people
Finally found out you’re alone or you figure out you ain’t lonely
Makin’ no excuses, you’re proven that you don’t want me
This go out to everybody suffferin’ in silence
I was taught the gansta way, we deal with that with violence
Thinkin’ ’bout it make you aggravated when you been misguided
I just the told the business, wish I was attendin’ college
Taught up in the trenches, dealin’ with narcotics
Caught up in the system, tryna be a provider
Caught a stash to work, I jumped the fence, I hear the sirens (Here they go)
On supervised release, I can’t get caught, I got a few price
Love will do you wrong like this, whenever done get behind you
Supernatural problems, ain’t no one to hide behind, uh huh
Fightin’ for my life out here, don’t know how to acknowledge
Control my breathin’, back to the basics, got it from property
On the rock with the real, but your partners prolly on politics
No shirt, middle of the project, you know what time it is
And I’m up in rank, made it safe, and ain’t get nobody blitz
Niggas rockin’ bulletproof vest, tryna protect their temples
Off the strain and compin’ this pain, let pull up and press their pimples
Raise hell, and tap this computer while I protect your mental
Bookers ring us, book you for shows, just show you just how simple
I stand tall in this bitch, blackball in this bitch
Won’t even stand on side and started causin’, started they careers
Then they let the internet come tear my name up
They solute that wasn’t silent, tear the game up