Endless Cups - Rylo Rodriguez

Made men raised me no straps on film
I don’t need no band aids I ain’t cut like them
In the middle of the trenches, seen Eric catch shells
You send em through the post office, the feds on your trail
Throwing money at a stripper, knocking off stress
I’m rockstar faded but I don’t cross dress
My nigga died doing a robbery, they sent shots through his chest
They hung up his jersey like Mitchell & Ness
How you tryin’ to profit? It’s four niggas on a bag
Going out sad, he spinned and dropped the mag
I can’t call no ‘nother man my dad that ain’t my dad
They paralyzed a member, so we spin on his behalf
Brother told me, thought cause he was with his kids he’ll get a pass
Cuff a hoe you took from another nigga, that’s how you get embarrassed
I wish that someone could love me like I do Erica
Talking to bruh on a jail phone, we keep it brief
She tryna buck on abortion, think she gonna trap a nigga
I’m tryna keep it mellow like Kiyan Anthony
Double R pusher, I never measure tris’ up
Fuckin’ different hookers, I’d never ever kiss one
He dropped out, trapping, could’ve got his bachelors
Posted in the trenches, fentanyl trafficking
They thought you was finished, but you made it you immaculate
I’m so far turnt up
Mix opioids with codeine, if I run out of quay lean it’s back to yellow tus
One of the bros converted to muslim
But that's strange, he ain't religious, they gotta holla at bro
Shot up his car tryna meet a bitch, ‘cause he was thinking wit’ his dick
And that’s how you get backdoor’d
Lean came from [?], millionaire status
You sipping purple Qualitest, you stained the cup the fastest
Make sure you pay your taxes, I’m roommates wit’ zombies
Gotta see his paperwork ‘fore I get his attorney
‘Fore the school get his release date, I won't be right there to pick you up , pick you up
If they stop making quay then it’s right back to yellow tus, to yellow tus
I cut my day one off and I thought it'd be hard to deal with
Lil’ bro was a fuck nigga but sometimes he did some real shit
I seen my nigga turn to a hoe now he wearing unisex
Like you know these hoes just look at us like opportunities
I be hydro-codiene dreaming
I need something to mix the lean in
She seen my earrings, made her choose up
When you buy a chain, you tag the jeweler
I make percocet music
I make different vixens do my laundry
They just sent my twin to the hole, they keep roping him
He wishing he could destroy lonely like opium
Homie taking the same drugs, Lamar Odom nem
You had left your mans on a drill and they fucked over him
It’s too many hoes on the gram to follow my brother bitch
I feel like my bro really told ‘cause he got defensive
All them nights up in the trap, distributing
You washed up career dead, Whitney Houston
Can’t be fucked wit’, new cash money
I’m so far turnt up
Mix opioids with codeine, if I run out of quay lean it’s back to yellow tus