Robin Givens Young Roddy

[Intro/Brige - Young Roddy]
These hoes be trippin' Robin Givens
Nigga my palms itchin'

[Verse 1]
Uh, feelin' like these rap niggas ain't no competition
Uh, man them hoes be trippin Robin Givens
I know I'm bout to make that dough my palms itchin'
I'm sorry for callin' these women bitches God forgive me
I stand tall on my own 10 toes niggas
Ask my boy Nipsey Flips and them Hollygrove niggas
Word to 31st I'm killin' every verse
Tell them labels fuck em fool I know just what I'm worth
A few mills or better Marley Mal they tried to tell em
A nigga ain't no joke I'm damn sure ain't no average joe
And I ain't tryna toot my own horn nigga but I'm on
I ask the Lord to give me strength I pray He keep me strong
And I'm just tryna get it right tho, two wrongs don't make a right tho
How he write that hot shit, his crib ain't have no lights tho
I ain't had no diamonds but I always shined the brightest
A nigga went from sleepin' with them roaches and them mices
From eatin' eggs and rice to watchin' my uncle shoot dice
To watch my people struggle from that shit we call life
To fussin' with my girl about some shit from last night
Gotta get it right and keep it right, I sho don't sleep at night
Every time I dosed off I get a phone call
That's probably one of my niggas talkin' 'bout some shit he gettin'
Or probably one of them hoes talkin' 'bout Lord knows
But please take me back to when I had them cornrolls
Without a care in the world just me and my favorite girl
Flow so sick I might walk in this booth and hurl
Feelin' like I'm the illest nigga in this world
Feelin' like I'm the freshest nigga on my block
Pussy niggas scared they know I'm comin' for they spot