"RRN" lyrics

Bye-bye
Never Too Different

[Token:]
Roughneck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left
Left read like a drunk text, hide the bottle in a nightgown
Need the crown dress 'fore they cross-dress
Grew up in a godless complex, but we progress to a God complex
Jumpin' down the street like it's hopscotch, fresh off scotch
And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket
God bless

Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch 'cause the kids all set
God bless
Tip-top tech 'cause I'm rich off web, I'm the internet's best
God bless
Pocket might blow 'cause the money got folds like Rick Ross neck
Pocket might blow 'cause I'm— pocket might blow 'cause I'm—

Rick Ross, rat race, wrist on frappé
Ice like I'm tryna make a black-blue bruise break
Ice like nice watch, ice like Icy Hot
Hot, but she only bust it over for the ice, that's an icebox
Box with a pinebox like it's Kill Bill
Pop pills, full of mindrot, brainrot
Heavy artillery 'til my brain top
With so many damn hair triggers that the drain clog
I'm in no-man's land, but I still play ball
I can make a grandstand, kinda like baseball
Black pant, black shirt, lookin' like an eight-ball
If I go to war, treat the bullets like they're paintballs
I'll be at the top of the tank in a tank top
T put his tongue on a 20K tab
Good job, made a rimjob out a bank job
Good job, made a rimjob out a bank job
Face off like it's bath salt, eat a face off
Blue box, pulling out a Bernie like Madoff
Blue box, pulling out a Bernie like Sanders
Sick brain, hope it ain't cancer
Show the great manners
Protege, I motivate, then roll away like campers
Where the fuck is Token? Answer
He be gettin' head from your dear like antlers

Roughneck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left
Left read like a drunk text, hide the bottle in a nightgown
Need the crown dress 'fore they cross-dress
Grew up in a godless complex, but we progress to a God complex
Jumpin' down the street like it's hopscotch, fresh off scotch
And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket
God bless

Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch 'cause the kids all set
God bless
Tip-top tech 'cause I'm rich off web, I'm the internet's best
God bless
Pocket might blow 'cause the money got folds like Rick Ross neck
Pocket might blow 'cause I'm— pocket might blow 'cause I'm—

[Pouya:]
B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E
La-da-di-da, singin' my life away
Used to siphon gas, lurkin' through garbage cans
Felt like a possum, neighborhood robbin', nobody around me, stop
I eat, we eat, baby yeah, big toast, put it all on me, baby, know what I want
Everything in the zone, I don't go to the mall
Never leave my crib, only wash my balls when your bitch come through
I get respect 'cause I paid my dues
I'm breakin' my neck if I'm aimin' at you
.45, MAC-11s, and an AR, too
Sick of this fuck boy, lookin' at me 'cause none of these hoes are lookin' at you
Yeah, break out my coffin, I'm feelin' like Uma
Who would've thought I would get all this moola?
Stackin' my bread, I'm feelin' like Gucci
007 in an all-white hoopty
Baby Bone and Token
Two silhouettes comin' out the smoke and chain smokin'
I'm a Florida boy, no West Coast
I'm a Florida boy 'til I'm croakin'

[Token:]
Roughneck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left
Left read like a drunk text, hide the bottle in a nightgown
Need the crown dress 'fore they cross-dress
Grew up in a godless complex, but we progress to a God complex
Jumpin' down the street like it's hopscotch, fresh off scotch
And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket
God bless

Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch 'cause the kids all set
God bless
Tip-top tech 'cause I'm rich off web, I'm the internet's best
God bless
Pocket might blow 'cause the money got folds like Rick Ross neck
Pocket might blow 'cause I'm— pocket might blow 'cause I'm—