Nesby Phips - Lop-Sided lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] Uh, and momma told me "slow down son" I had 99 problems but my dough ain't none And know sh** can get ill if the dough don't come But it's not, so I get my chick to roll on up But them gold diggin' b**hes tryna slow sh** up Them petty hoes probably never grow up And them same petty hoes said I'd never blow up Hold up, young rout, all sk**s, no luck Now I got sh** locked, man I mean sewed up Still scream one time when the cops roll up One girl once say "pimp down and hoes up" An old g once said " f** hoes they make busts" Cut from a different cloth, Roddy built Ford tough Them s**a n***as lackin', probly never catch up The Jets be the best, in the planes we trust Sky high, cause ain't nothin' what up but us [Hook: Young Roddy] We make this sh** look easy it's lop-sided I'm independent, f** your system, I get paid without it If the sh** ain't bout no bread then tell them change the topic I got good sense, I stay so far away from nonsense Man I swear that sh**'s so easy it's lop-sided I'm independent, f** your system, I get paid without it If the sh** ain't bout no bread then tell them change the topic I got good sense, I stay so far away from nonsense [Verse 2: Nesby Phips] Sound surround when the game on Aircraft carrier track, to park a plane on Comin' for my cheese, nachoed I was dealt four kings now fold... ... Sky vivid off a round trip ticket Tryna see somethin different, n***as round here trippin' First cla** business, the purp bag hittin' for the love for I Upon arrival to your city This good tree home of the keepers, freeloader beach be ownin' Oh Mec, I've got bees up on my lease big holmes Respect, showin' love to my set Waitin' on the postman I think I'm due for a check And I don't break my neck, if not spotted in peripheral Save on interest, and double up on principal 8 50 all access granted... ... drug trade madness [Hook] [Verse 3: Trademark Da Skydiver] Look, it's J.E.T.S. over everything I'm married to the game, the money is my wedding ring Sometimes I creep on her and cheat and hook up with maryjane And then it never change, back to this paper chase Though, full speed ahead I'm on a race to catch this money train You feel what I'm sayin'? I'm on my grind now woordy Slightly loaded but no parlayin' homie I ain't playin' Up early with it plottin' how i'mma get it all in the A.M Yeah Real n***as gon' repect it Lames gon' hate it b**hes gon' love it Twist one up and throw your jets up in public Pinky and thumb extended, they slowly cripp'n or somethin' I'm rollin' up paper planes, my super doobies humongous I stay away from the lames, I really keep it a hundred That f** sh** that I went through, it really did made me tougher I represent for the n***as that really they come from nothin' [Hook]