La La

They stay smoking that They stay selling that [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Them niggas can't keep up I hustle for my income They don't know what I've been through They don't know where I come from I wake up so early, so early I beat the sun up I saw niggas get wet up They ran up and got done up I left that bullshit in the past I'm on my come up But speaking bout my past I hid that work by the dump truck I got two snow bunnies They love me, they live in Boston Fucked em at the same time Real talk, I ain't lyin' Got liquor on my breathe Got money on my mind If they ain't talking 'bout no money Watch how fast they get declined My lungs straight collapse from smokin that la la la Woke up in that hospital bed She was right there by my side But hard times don't last long I guess she my backbone And if all else fails It's back to that trap phone Riding with a pretty bitch Trying to make a pretty penny Car smellin like piffy Got two ounces of that sticky, nigga They stay smoking that They stay selling that [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Now who got it? Who got it? That's me, my nigga Had to hustle for the loot Ain't shit free, my nigga My OG told me keep it G, lil nigga That's fucked up, man the feds Trying to keep my nigga But fuck the world and I mean it Freedom of speech, my nigga Know a girl who like girls And she don't need no nigga That's some cold ass shit Fuck it, that ain't my biz Boy that ain't my ho Shit, I don't save no bitch I play the game how it go I'm trying to raise my kids Soon as you get you some dough Them niggas aim at your wig I used to be hella broke Until I got on my shit Stacked me up a lil change Them bitches hopped on my dick I'm trying to stack some paper like Puffy It's hard living 'round these crabs in a bucket I used to have a pocket full of dimes Was on my grind all the time, nigga sell that