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ralo back (intro) - ralo lyrics

[intro: gucci mane & ralo]
back to back with ralo and we ain’t even deep though
how your clique compare to mines when you ain’t even street though?
it’s gucci!
new mixtape, yeah
ralo laflare
famgoon
how you start that tape out n-gg-?

[verse 1: ralo]
i’m startin’ out my tape thanking god first
i never cry ’bout when it’s hard ’cause sh-t could be worse
am i wrong for giving dope money to the church?
i know i’m wrong but f-ck a job, i went and got the work
i’m back inside the kitchen tryna make a living
we get them pigeons and we bring them b-tches down to fifties
first n-gg- in the city h-llcats and verts
i was selling bricks of bow when you was sellin’ percs
we sick of going out bad, we got enough of that
a n-gg- try that sh-t again and we gon’ bust his -ss
i’m still countin’ money in the projects
we don’t rent apartments, buy the whole complex
gucci back b-tch, look who he back with
i slap the sh-t out a rapper for all that rap sh-t
yeah that them n-gg-s f-ck with gucci
i’ll have a thousand of ’em shooting
i say what the f-ck i wanna say and they ain’t did sh-t to me

[chorus: ralo]
a lot of n-gg-s talkin’ but they ain’t ’bout that action
we gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting
yeah i hear a lot of y’all n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout that sh-t
but y’all n-gg-s ain’t really ’bout that sh-t
a lot of n-gg-s talkin’, but they ain’t ’bout that action
we gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting
a lot of y’all n-gg-s doin’ all that acting out here
better stick to your script f-ck n-gg-
fake -ss n-gg-

[verse 2: oj da juiceman]
trapping all day, trapping hallways
three-sixty-five, n-gg- gotta get paid
still serving j’s, still catching plays
still cookin’ yay, no face, no case
a thousand eight grams sittin’ on a n-gg-‘s plate
he dropped the ball, not my fault, i helped that n-gg- ate
no hating over here, boy we super straight
fishscale clean but we ain’t seen a lake
keep dog food, still pushin’ weight
keep a draco, shoot it in your face
pack of backwoods, took a zip to the face
thirty-two famgoon, how you wanna play?

[verse 3: ralo]
i’m drippin’, i’m drippin’
i’m blessed and i’m gifted
this sh-t made me stronger
i know they wished that it k!lled me
i got that cow and i milked it
my empire i built it
i never have to buy bricks
my sh-t come in the shipment
i fell in love with that cash
it got me busting my -ss
no matter how this sh-t look
we won’t ever look back
i’d give my last to my homies
then give half to the homies
i’m the only one giving back
them rappers is phonies
i get that bag with my team
i treat my b-tch like a queen
she don’t look at no n-gg-s ’cause i’m the realest she seen
you know i gotta stay clean
’cause they did me so dirty
and when i look at myself
i see that they didn’t deserve me

- ralo lyrics

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