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[Verse 1: Roddy] It's fuck 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 nigga 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 fuck dealt me my hand? I go ham, til I get my mill and forty excellent And even when I get it bitch 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 bitches mind they business And all them fake ass niggas keep they distance And Roddy ain't no killer but don't push me But I guarantee it I make them pussies feel me, my nigga [Hook: Roddy] My niggas from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me All my niggas getting it in say they ain't fucking- with me Yeah, bitch 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 fucking with me All my niggas in the pen say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch 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 shit and I'm sending shots, hope you fuckers 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 bastards when I had work under that mattress? [?], oh you niggas was napping? Now you niggas 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 niggas was laughin' Now body, everybody with a verse or with the [?] Fuck [?], shit or get off the potty Bitch! [Hook: Roddy] [Verse 3: Roddy] This lil nigga self-made I couldn't keep a job they asked me how I'm getting paid I started moving weight they told me nigga pump your brakes But I've been rolling right past them getting that money all day A hood full of niggas who'll blast in broad day I told my homie hold his head my nigga told me stay safe Got feds on my trail from all this money that I make Cause it(s) been money over bitches like Jets always say I never had no safe, just cash under my bed Take a walk through that ghetto where that grass always deep And like the homie Wiz, shit my flow Taylor made Show no love to the girl with short skirts and long legs A bitch can't get a crumb off of my plate I'm too hood to give a fuck, fuck what you think I'm bound to blow soon bitch nigga give me space But this that Good Sense Part 2 bet I get paid [Hook: Roddy]