Too Real Lyrics – Rylo Rodriguez

Read the full Too Real lyrics by Rylo Rodriguez from the album S.K.A.T.E. along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Rylo Rodriguez like Excuse Me and God 2 U (Selfish Ways).

[Verse 1]
One of my n!ggas slick said, I’ve been acting funny since I got money
Turn bro up onto bags, let him have the s*it that I fronted
I can’t bring my pistol in my show, you know it got canceled
Thinking me and her on the same track, but I had outran her
Thinking me and bro on the same page, but this a new chapter
Can’t fall out with my bro about no hoe, I let the crew jag her
My trust inside a Glock 20, button’ll make it shoot faster
He a rat, keep him shackled
Free them n!ggas who matter
Everytime they need some paper, only time they asking for my number
They only call me with their problem, they don’t never ask about my momma

They don’t never ask about my sister
N!ggas who I love can’t know where I’m living
(??) death hurt me, had me in my feelings
Coming from the ‘jets, like air whistle
Took so many shots, he probably died tipsy
Bruh’ smoked a n!gga the whole city love, now his family hot
Money on his head, killer intent, know we camping out
Got to hang with these n!ggas my whole life, since we was project babies
I can’t pick the phone up for you no more, ’cause you cooperated
Got way more problem right now then I had when I was broke
Cuz’ stacking bread like YTB Fatt, glad he got a loaf
(??) caught a n!gga with his children, no pass, he gotta go
Bruh’ dropped the opps for some lil’ bread, to that we gotta’ toast
Shot Wayne, seen bullet holes through the windshield glass
Cartier watches on you, insta snap
He got getback, now he incarcerated
We’ll say the family proud
Tryna’ get his members to send some pape’, they gave him the runaround
Facetime (??), he in a cell, he say he miss puting that s*it on
He getting geeked, ‘fore he hit court, so you know he finna go sit down
Take a xanax right before his sentence
Quay and syrup messing up my kidney
Interrogation, bruh ain’t stand on business
How the state subpoena you for a witness?
You said I knowd’ you my whole life, so I’m ‘posed to look past that and I’m tripping

But it get to a point, where you can’t defend who you can’t
He high on drills, pink roxy, got lines of green in his drank
I pray he spin ’till he can’t, I hope he spin ’till he faint
I don’t get that (??), plus I ain’t no lame
I’m from Mobile, you smack a killer, that’s how you get your name
He ain’t got no heart, he ain’t got no loyalty, he ran off with a chain
Even though he did, that don’t mean you get the police involved, you strange

[Verse 2]
Hurt me I gotta’ watch my back around some of these n!ggas, my day one brothers
My lil partna’ got booked, tryna fly him on the plane and (??) bruh luggage
N!ggas leaked my album, I went to the booth, dropped more songs, switched the cover
Been a minute since I stayed at a female house, I remember kicking s*it with Trouble
Whole city know I love that girl, get to wondering “Bae how we still together?”
Like “what you see in me, you done caught me cheating, you know you can do much better”
I respect you highly, fu*k your friend say, I won’t do that ever
I had heard the news, bruh gave his L back, I’m thinking who lil’ mega
Before my probation, I got like a few more weeks ’till I be a bunkie
Bruh play with his nose right in front of me, I should’ve told my brother to junk it
If I come outside and I got it on me, I ain’t never gotta garnish nothing
Quarter ticket on my people lawyer, I done freed more n!ggas than Harriet Tubman
(??) pick a strange side for my brother, if he lying, I’ma roll with it
See you ’bout to make it, they gon’ try and stop you
Haters, stop goaltending
I’m direct like Cole Bennett, I was drinking controlled substance
Fu*k n!ggas ain’t sold nothing, stop playing you (??)
Which one of you n!ggas gon’ jump in the backseat, if they come take a member?
You don’t like to jump, errbody’ get to sticking his hands out the window
Always asking when my music drop, can’t ask me ’bout my mental
When I’m at my shows, I ain’t stunting no hoe (??) members got credentials
Won’t take her key but, she’on never give no space out, had to (??) then enter
I can already tell me and bruh gon’ fall over hoes, this lil n!gga tender
He told in the police car, he’ll post on facebook, I went and unfriend him
It ain’t black and white, so a couple n!ggas from my city be tryna defend him
Tryna talk to twin, like, kids in here, you service where you stay at
It’s gon’ do (??) for the Feds will warrant to search where you lay at
5k for (??), used vacuum seal, distributor
Wouldn’t know which one the shooter, we don’t post no pictures on computers
Fu*ked up, I had start responding for her to abort it before she kept it
She had tried to fight me, it took a lot not to sock her, even though she messy