Life Young Roddy (Ft. Curren$y)

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T sample (Young Roddy)]
(Beat Butcha, brrrapp!!)
Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare
Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there
Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare
Toot it up
Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare
(Life...)
Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there (Uh)
Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare
Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
What you know about short days and them long nights, boy, tryna get your bread up
And my homie caught him a life sentence, damn
Hope he keep his head up
And I made it this far simply 'cause why?
I stay prayed up
And I'm clearly past my limit
Tryna maintain my image
Gotta push start for my engine
I kick, push to go get it
For my dead passed, I pour henny
To the single mother, get money
Boy, my rims touch and I'm hungry
All aware but ain't shit funny
I'm spaced out, I'm blunted
Will I make it out shit I wonder
All them crabs up in that bucket
Tryin' they best to pull the kid under
I don't think so
That fake shit'll make me go loco
I'm worldwide not just local
I'm too deep, me and my 44
Her ass fat, but I can handle that
Her head down when she throw it back
Life..