Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steve Mcnair, artist - Rylo Rodriguez. Date of issue: 12.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Steve Mcnair |
| You know? |
| I seen my nigga, he was crying, said he wouldn’t cry |
| I seen my mama cry (Al Geno on the track) |
| I seen them all cry (Seen a lot of them cry, I seen) |
| No more pain, no more pain, no more pain, no more (No more) |
| No more rain, no more rain, no more rain, no more (No more) |
| No more cries, no more cries, no more cries, no more (No more cries) |
| No more lies, no more lies, no more lies, no more (No more lies) |
| Stuck in the hood but if we leave, where is we gon' go? |
| (Where we gon' go?) |
| Runnin' around the town, that runt gon' blow but he don’t snipe no coke |
| He went to jail, he not an Arab, he can’t make store |
| I keep my nine like Steve McNair but I can’t trust my ho |
| In the hood, they treat me like a God, they don’t know I rode in a Demon |
| Went from kickin' doors, makin' mamas holler, now my music screaming |
| Keep the nine on me like every dollar, but my wife ain’t Christina |
| Tryna stack this paper to the ceiling so I slept on the floor, was a lil' |
| cleaner |
| They say, «Rylo, since you gettin' that money, what you ain’t no slave no more? |
| «(No slave no more) Nah |
| When I was broke, where the hell y’all were? |
| Damn right, I’m not tryna hang no |
| more (Ain't tryna hang no more) |
| Where I’m from, play sports or we rob, some niggas sell that dope (Some niggas |
| sell that dope) |
| And no one from my projects made the NFL, so we had to find another way to |
| score (Another way to score) |
| It’s sometimes, fuckin' her face, lil' Juice still sell that snow (Sell that |
| snow) |
| It’s five a.m., fuck her face then ate, I’ma send 'em off to clock in (Yeah, |
| yeah) |
| My nigga Mark got killed, don’t swiper no swipin', I seen him on Fox 10, |
| yeah (Ah, ah) |
| Fuck a rap nigga, I ain’t in that DM, I ain’t tryna lock in |
| It was Mayweather when I pulled up, four rings, but I wasn’t boxing (Wasn't |
| boxing) |
| That means that’s an auto, but a nigga used to drive hotboxes (Hotboxes) |
| Being broke almost drove me crazy, might try to suspend my license (Suspend my |
| license) |
| I’m going up like Randy Moss but I ain’t never play for the Vikings (For the |
| Vikings) |
| Long live PeeWee and Laguy even though I’m not from Creighton (I'm not from CPT) |
| «Why Rylo feeling himself?» |
| He must think that he light skin (Must think he |
| light skin) |
| I was thinkin' 'bout killin' myself, stay in the projects (In the projects) |
| 'Cause I got niggas in the cell and they not with Verizon (Ain't with Verizon) |
| They killed, hit him with that heat, left the hood cold (Cold, cold) |
| Wanted to cry when I seen the bullet holes in the screen door (Woah, woah) |
| Don’t let her Instagram followers fool you, she still a ho (She still a freak) |
| I know trippin' off that mojo, that’s still a bro (That's still my boy) |
| I be tellin', «I'ma split that wig 'bout you» (That's a bar, yeah, yeah) |
| Pray every day I have a kid by you (Have a kid by you) |
| Where the sun goes (The sun goes), and the rain drops don’t, no? |
| (Rain drops won’t, no) |
| Came up sleepin' in the bandos (Sleepin' in the bandos) |
| Mother, why you buyin' candles? |
| (Mother, why you buyin' candles?) |
| Lights off, Miss Julie cryin' tears, they was glowing (Glowing) |
| Granddaddy let us borrow money, kept us going (Going) |
| I fucked a model at her condo, she didn’t know I was a damn burglar (Burglar) |
| She eat my dick all day but she won’t touch a hamburger (Hamburger) |
| My cup so dirty, I don’t never think 'bout buyin' dish detergent (Dish |
| detergent) |
| I ain’t wanna rob him but I had to 'cause that shit was urgent |
| They hit lil' Shank up with a chop, now I wanna pull a murder (Pull a murder) |
| , got kidnapped, made granny pay ransom, I wanted to murk him (Wanted to murk |
| him) |
| Wanna kill my cousin, say, «Family matter,» but I’m not Steve Urkel |
| Reminiscin' around my niggas, bumpin', smokin' on purple |
| This that shit that we get high to, that gangsta music, nigga |
| I know it look all good but I still got problems |
| I didn’t want to be no cop, but all I heard was sirens |
| I don’t do no songs 'cause these niggas fake |
| No basketball goal, go cut up the crate |
| Had to buy a keyboard just to make her give me space (Give me space) |
| I ran up some money but I ain’t throw it in they face (I ain’t go to brag) |
| All your homies informants, they gon' be right on your case |
| Pull up, Cayenne, caught with the horse (With the horse) |
| Church’s Chicken and basketball, we came up playing HORSE (Yeah) |
| I wonder who will still be 'round if today, I lose my voice |
| I wished she still rolled and called me Rylo, my name ain’t Royce |
| Ayy, seen my nigga get hit up with them slugs |
| Woah, he was brain-dead, they pulled the plug |
| No more pain, no more pain, no more pain, no more (No more) |
| No more rain, no more rain, no more rain, no more (No more) |
| No more cries, no more cries, no more cries, no more (No more cries) |
| No more lies, no more lies, no more lies, no more (No more lies) |
| Stuck in the hood but if we leave, where is we gon' go? |
| (Where we gon' go?) |
| Runnin' around the town, that runt gon' blow but he don’t snipe no coke |
| He went to jail, he not an Arab, he can’t make store |
| I keep my nine like Steve McNair but I can’t trust my ho |
| Where the sun goes, and the rain drops don’t, no |
| Came up sleepin' in the bandos |
| Mother, why you buyin' candles? |
| Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |