Ruggo - Serves U Right

Have I told you, lately, that I love you?
If I didn't, darling I'm sorry

I got my name in the pavement right on my block
That shit belong to me
Can't believe we lost the house, but I hold onto keys
I learned a lot since a youngin' right therefrom off the street
Now Granny gone, but I swear I still feel her company
This compass brings all my blessings right to my footstep
Pussies talking stupid I'm coming quick with a hook check
Reaping what I know for the moment, no time to look back
But I'm coming back home really soon man
Take that statement to the bank
Learned to hussle from that block when I was turning eight
Summer days with my brother hopping and trying to skate
This what I think mother fucker, my soul reside there
Shit, the man I got it from lived just enough to die there
I spent my Granny's last day alive with her making rhymes
Deep conversations, no wasting time, I'ma paint your light
Long walks and going for car rides
Now I got that little whip and take it across lines
I'ma come up for my little hood
Not banging homie, just repping the love I felt was good
I'm hanging only with those I believe my brothers dawg
OGs, little runners, everyone involved
Fuck it, get your mother called
We've been out here living with hope over generations
I'm just doing something with it, think it's time for changes
Think it's time for action
My little crew gon' get it happened
Told you once mother fucker
This go deeper than a platinum plaque

What kind of man are you if you ain't out here giving back?
See all this game I've been given?
This shit isn't cap
I felt love in moments I had the most fear to summer days chilling just kicking back
And swimming laps
All my homies started with zero cash
We work for real
Increase our value by so much, we hurt the deal
Come and hit me when you got a better offer
I ain't one of them, bitch I'm set to go farther
On my momma and my father
Bitch, I'm gifted with a purpose
Lifted when I'm hurting
See, my writtens get them nervous
Some don't make it out
And others choose to stay blinded
Some are blessed with the pursuit of love
And very few find it
Kill your ego
You a soft boy, homie we know
Type to call the foul and hog the ball for the free throw
Ain't no room for greed in a family this large
In this hood, everybody grass green on their yard
I believe in keeping plants alive
A good garden shows humility through passing time

Patience from the soil that you planted in
And nails dirty from the dirt you trying to maximize
Good morals from the mud, I'm trying to practice mine
And rep the place I learned it from, keep the curb alive
My ethics come from sacrifices and those hurting times
And pain from hard work, but she would say
"It serves you right mother fucker"

Written by:
Ryan Sheerer

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