3D Na'tee - 504 Radio lyrics

[Verse 1: Roddy] It's f** a loan, get your own I burn a whole pound for my girl who dead and gone And I'd trade it all in just to kick it once again They say play Uncle Sam but I'm like free my Uncle Ben Where you been? That's what I hear when I spin the bend But I've been busy on my grizzly n***a I'm a grown man Young man, if it ain't about no paper then scram Got me staring at them cards like who the f** dealt me my hand? I go ham, til I get my mill and forty excellent And even when I get it b**h I'm still gon' be pitchin' Plus all they know is gimmie gimmie got injured You ain't heard gimmie got shot then gimmie went missin' Yeah, tell all them nosy b**hes mind they business And all them fake a** n***as keep they distance And Roddy ain't no k**er but don't push me But I guarantee it I make them pussies feel me, my n***a [Hook: Roddy] My n***as from the bricks say they ain't f**ing with me All my n***as getting it in say they ain't f**ing- with me Yeah, b**h I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning fool My mama raised a winner My sisters they don't trip cause they ain't f**ing with me All my n***as in the pen say they ain't f**ing with me Yeah, b**h I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning fool My mama raised a winner [Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee] I've been focused my only goal is to stack billions And give hope to these black children, I'm that brilliant Far from a Huxtable, Denise was out in Hillman Meanwhile I'm in New Orleans patience short as Katt Williams So I ride solo, dolo no time for co-defendents Talk sh** and I'm sending shots, hope you f**ers photogenic They hoes admit it, now they stalking my Instagram Started making paper it turned my haters to instant Stans [?] spin they hands like Inspector Gadget it's tragic Where was all of you ba*tards when I had work under that mattress? [?], oh you n***as was napping? Now you n***as adapted and I pull up like what's happenin' In the end though I'm the captain And not just because rappin' It's because I made it happen even when n***as was laughin' Now body, everybody with a verse or with the [?] f** [?], sh** or get off the potty b**h! [Hook: Roddy] [Verse 3: Roddy] This lil n***a self-made I couldn't keep a job they asked me how I'm getting paid I started moving weight they told me n***a pump your brakes But I've been rolling right past them getting that money all day A hood full of n***as who'll blast in broad day I told my homie hold his head my n***a told me stay safe Got feds on my trail from all this money that I make Cause it(s) been money over b**hes like Jets always say I never had no safe, just cash under my bed Take a walk through that ghetto where that gra** always deep And like the homie Wiz, sh** my flow Taylor made Show no love to the girl with short skirts and long legs A b**h can't get a crumb off of my plate I'm too hood to give a f**, f** what you think I'm bound to blow soon b**h n***a give me space But this that Good Sense Part 2 bet I get paid [Hook: Roddy]