System
 作词 : Rylo Rodriguez
 作曲 : Rylo Rodriguez
[Intro]
Go crazy, AG
Ran this shit up from a penny, I still remember who around me
I put up over a quarter ticket in the jail machine at the county
[Chorus]
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
Sister hatin' 'causе I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
Thе DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount

[Verse]
Soon as we ****, she want a check, but that shit fake, you gotta bounce
Streets know that he got bodies, but you told, so it don't count
Niggas dissin', why they say that I don't say, got it back
Louis V button down, covered the switch 'cause it match
I'm the same lil' nigga from the bricks, free Lil' Pat
In the game, I run with niggas who ain't a blood to get you whacked
I been talkin' to lawyers, tryna get my bros back
He was solid 'til he told, then a nigga told back
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
[?], who you famous
Back against the ropes, don't trip out how I'm around Devin Haney
You ****in' everybody, ain't it
Why the hell you unfaithful? She ain't even got shit
How the hell you ungrateful? Made his sister call the locksmith
I thought we was locked in, bring you on the road to riches
I left 'cause she ain't hop in
We the type to start stories, you the type to pay the fine
**** I look like buying a ho a AP, that's a waste of time
Two weeks out, I done drunk like five pints, and that's like eighty lines
Two weeks out, and it's crazy Zero rung the cellphone like eighty times
[Bridge]
Free the boys

[Chorus]
I used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew, jail time, grindin' 'cause I ain't goin' in
Low car, Ram truck, do it like I'm Jalen Ramsey
Niggas said he robbin', but he ain't take a nigga yet
How the hell you slime when you ain't snake a nigga yet?
Sister hatin' 'cause I'm a rapper, promoters lookin' for me now
The DA got the judge, wanna book a nigga now
That lil' ho had a pudge, she paid to move it to her behind
One of my dawgs, they shot him paralyzed, the three bullets hit his spine
You the type to put some money on a nigga head and call it off
I'm the type to put some money on a nigga head and up the amount