Tale of Three Kings Young Roddy (Ft. Domo Genesis)

[Intro]
Good sense, Good sense

[Verse 1]
How dem young boys killing I think that’s ludacris
Since a juvenile I've been moving shit
Was raised bumping lil wayne and boosie them
I'm tryna stay sane I'm this close to losing it
All I had was old girl and my basketball
Granny lit them candles when the lights was off
Came a long way from riding on them handlebars
Now I dive in my money nigga cannon ball
But money and family that’s all I care about
I turn my mama crib into a marriott
Niggas trapped all day just to get bailed out
Too hood to be hollywood I'm no sell out
I used to keep a burner in the mailbox
My homie got shot and now he shell shocked
I pray that all my niggas ball hard
I pray that we never fall off
This lil nigga turn big dog
Took me no days off to get them bricks off
Yeah, get money that’s my theme song
We fuss back and forth like it’s ping pong
I shine bright without no bling on
I kiss my son before I leave home
And the moral of the story is
Without no guts ain’t no glory kid