The Come Up Young Roddy

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
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They still like how he got a crib and he ain't never there
Still making money in the hood like I ain't never left
I know some cats who kill for freedom
Have to double down
Though I seen it all mama told me not to tattle tale
On the real son that shit'll get you killed son
But me and them we was only trying to chill
I remember being twelve papa let me drink his beer
But I ain't no square I ain't never puffed no squares
I ain't no lame don't you get the wrong idea
I'm no bitch nigga I ain't nothing like them
They same this game ain't fair
I say it is what it is
She went through her mail and seen bill after bill
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She said it's hard for a single mama
She say she got two jobs, shit I see you mama
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I'm like what it take for a kid to win
To transition from a boy to a man
It's the come up
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[Interlude]
Time needs money, no matter what those stupid morons who eat that shit up may try and tell you
Anything lost can be found again except for time wasted
Don't you listen to a word I say?
Nigga if I seen't you
Well you don't
So you'd be served to retain some of the knowledge I'm imparting to you rather than giving me all your hard ass street attitude bull shit