Young Roddy - Options lyrics

[Verse 1: Trademark] You know Pardon my french but you talkin' to a boss I keep pounds of that pressure, I'm smoked out in my loft My name carry wait now'days, don't get it crossed These goonies I got behind me would love to get you lost When it come to that weight I know ways to get that off Homie I'm bout my paper, no stalling, I never pause Some war on these streets, keep a nina in my drawls And two clips in my backpocket in case I gotta pop it AR15 in the closet that shoot baby rockets, but it's all peace and love, I'm just tryna make a profit Been saving up my dollars now my bank account solid When you plan with a few stacks, that give you more options No more pennies in my pocket, blue Benji's in my wallet Business contacts in my call logs, Trader never fall off Back like I left something, keep it real no frontin' Stayed away from that fake sh** and made mo' money (mo' money) [Hook: LeeLee Haxi] Now I got options, get money Choose who I rock with, take with me Now I got options, no fake sh** Choose who I rock with, keep the family in, ay [Verse 2: Young Roddy] I'm still saving every dime, ain't a damn thing change Crash test dummy tryna merge in my lane f**boys rather see me locked in a cage, wanna block a n***a shine, hate to see me bling bling I'm the one like Neo, spit dope like a kilo Wild like Rigo, trap hard like Nino Since way back when, been on my grind since the Geo An educated brother like Carlton and Theo Them other n***as cool, but them n***as ain't me though Bro Mike Jackson, them other n***as Tito Fly like Jordan when he glide from the freethrow 2 hoes in my 2 door, what a trio Live in New Orleans with a bad b**h's tree yo Ain't life a b**h, but that p**y ain't sweet though f** the P-I-Gs and the P.Os, I made a bunch of cheesecake, Bistro with the Migos Smellin like endo sippin' Clicquot, a n***a tryna ball like chemo Fresh like Easter, fly like eagles I catch that dirty money like receivers I speak my peace like aunty Peaches, I heard what we could cause amnesia My Lord I went from hoodrat to divas I pray to God our leaders dont mislead us [Hook: LeeLee Haxi] Now I got options, get money Choose who I rock with, take with me Now I got options, no fake sh** Choose who I rock with, keep the family in, ay [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] I been in...4 countries in 5 days, that 8 flights I ate rice like 9 ways cross 3 cultures I see vultures, I see people dying 'round me My mind state is...f**ed... I spent way too much money on cheap sh** like prom dates And yet it still elongate My pockets is lined with long faces and white tears I'm lightyears ahead of the buzz y'all toyin' with Cowboyin' with Makin' points I can't be much more poignant with...sh** A n***a learned a lotta lessons at the end of the burner of Nebuchadnezzar, you can toss me into the furnace Flip them the finger, only ever did the Sojourner The sirens is blingin', pull over yo' pigment concern us My pigment is blingin' , deep as the water All you n***as ever seen was the surface but wait till I surface You might catch a scene of me surfin' these waves but I move with a purpose Keep my faith and my patience because I'm moving with serpents These n***as is thirsty, these b**hes is thirsty The industry lurkin'... The vibes in here perfect, yeah