Check Point Young Roddy (Ft. Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Get money, that's the best revenge
Black mask on, kick down the door, they ain't want let me in
The killers who'll hit you up, and if you ain't dead, they'll spin again
Last team was tryin' to bench a nigga, they ain't want let me in
Had to bury my dawg, wish I could tell him 'I love him' again
Niggas broke the code, I thought I never could trust 'em again
First she love a nigga, then she hate me, then love me again
Made a half a ticket with my scale, but now I'm talking M's
When the drought hit you, know the price go way above the rim
I'm in kill mode, I'm Robert Horry, I'm shooting to win
Gave my son a blueprint, this real as it get
If it's beef, we ain't gon' spar, shit it is what it is

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
Me and my nigga Route keep it 100, we ain't never switching
Iced out in a Huracan, by Friday it's something different
Gotta stick with me when I move around, cuz these niggas be wicked
Handle business and curve bitches, no I ain't got time to kick it
100K in a suitcase at the trap house in a kitchen
Just made me a fifty pack, do a dance like New Edition
Elevator to another level, yea me and my nigga [?]
Been in the cut, leveling up, I know yall niggas missed me
Smoking GG in the Bronco, with a blind hoe from Sweden
No ties to them other guys no more, but I'm still eating
It's that caffeine for them hating niggas that's still over there sleeping
They still talking, I'm back on Twitter, tell them @ me, I'm tweeting
Thirty racks in the glove box, thirty mag in this black Glock
Cut ya short to a flat top, then I cash out on a laptop
Me and lil bro the realest
Smoking cones, fucking hoes, thumbing through these benjis
Mild shit, big business