Verse 1: Young Roddy
And I'm just trying to get rich my n***a
Uh, riding round with my tooley
Sipping on that Bobby Brown
Rest in peace to Big Hooley
Rest in peace to Michael Brown
Hands up and my face down
But the cops might still shoot me
I gave the world my lifestory
But they still don't know Route The Ruler
Damn
I'm just trying to stay focused
Tired of seeing my n***as caged
And I know they tired of that (?)
Been grinding way too long, god damn
I'm just trying to get over, trying hide my pain
sh**, just hope nobody don't notice
They try and k** my pride
Man they try to f** me over
Got a gold chain on my neck
I got a stone chip on my shoulder
I'm a trill n***a, thats trill sh**
My mama raised a soldier
My pops left, told me I'd comprehend when I got older
Boy what that is, that ain't good sense
Boy f** that sh**
I'm a hood n***a, that hood sh** in my blood
Say a prayer for a real n***a, they say the good die young
A b**h n***a get jacked quick, but I ain't never jacked my plug
All they know is sippin' that Henny, all we know is smokin' on blunts
I fell off like a few times but I got my money back up
Man they love it when you piss poor
sh** they hate to see you come up
They hate it when you bounce back
Got mad loot I started from scratch
All we know is flippin' that what?
All we know is shippin' them packs
I thank God for this rap sh**, I came a long way from that trap
The devil always workin, almost knocked me off my track
Got a bad b**h on the West Coast and she always smokin' that gas
I beast mode in that p**y, she came first and I came last
Got a hot b**h on the East Coast, her head fire, she deepthroat
She strip to make a little extra, say she got money but need more
But ain't nothing like a Southside b**h who was raised up on that G-code
She smoke good, she f** good, b**h even wrap them kilos
She learned it from her brother
Told me if she ever need man she'll whack a n***a no frontin'
Shorty thats my n***as, yah, shorty keep it one hundred
She compliment my hustle, she the extra piece to my puzzle
If you dont feel me then f** ya
Uh
But pardon my French my n***as
I'm just trying to get rich my n***a
Its Jet Life to my next life
b**h its Jet Life to my next life
Better straighten up, she better straighten up
This b**h losing her balance
She trying to get to my castle, she wanna f** a n***a on camera
Soo-woo, 31st I do my sh** for that Manor
I was raised round that red rag
If you b**h made then you a dead man
Jigga gave you that Blueprint, me I gave you that Good Sense
I only talk mathematics, Spitta gave you that Stoned Immaculate
Uh
I'm just trying to get rich my n***a
b**h pardon my French my n***a
Its Jet Life to my next life
b**h its Jet Life to my next life