Trapologist Young Roddy (Ft. Nesby Phips)

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
I'm thinking what heaven like, since we trapped in hell
My cousin [?] his kids like he trapped in jail
That's a tough pill to swallow imagine how he feel
He told me spit that real I told him hold his head playa
My negative words, they keep a bad smell
Them dead pres I stacked turned stale
That's money I done saved up for years
Just in case that karma come too quick
I be still on my shit, real shit
I got it in while them niggas was yawnin'
Had a pocket full of stones 'til six in the mornin'
It's like a full-time job not to kill your opponent
I can direct you to who got it if you really want it
Tossing turning cold sweat, that's if you're sleeping on me
School of hard knocks man I earned my diploma
And I graduated with honours man it ain't no lie
And them bitches think I'm dead wrong since I made it live
And they told me to get a job, a suit and a tie
But I'm like fuck them [blood clots?] they ain't no friend of mine
So it's jet life 'til my next time
And its BFA 'til my deadline
Young Rod and Phips smoke a mary time
Smoke that loud as I drive bumping "Ready To Die"
It took a while to get this zone, girl don't blow my high
Can't forget them long nights, that studio life