[Intro: Roddy Rackzz]
Long, long time, I been thuggin' in the trenches
Been a long, long time, I been thuggin' for a minute
(WhiteboyCameWitDaBag like it's Christmas)
[Chorus: Roddy Rackzz]
For a long, long time, I been thuggin' in the trenches
I ain't got no time to be askin' is you with me?
For the ones that died and the ones that's in the system
They been on my mind, I been steady reminiscin' now
Way the Corvette drive, treat it like a Honda Civic
I'ma fuck her mind just to blow up my charisma
Up north, keep workin', I was doin' it for the image
I'm the realest richest youngin and I'm the turntest in the city
[Verse 1: Roddy Rackzz]
I'm a rеal trap artist, all I do is paint a picture
And it cost a couple hundred for thе lean that I'm sippin'
C-A-R is a twenty-thousand difference
And I hate to say I made it, but I really fuckin' did it
And I used to be wishin' that I turnt out winnin'
Now I'm comin' through the trenches with a fifty-thousand pendant
And I hop on bikes rockin' Louis V tinted
You ain't tryna help out, then stay out my business
I was numb for a minute 'til I found my feelings
I could drop one tape, probably flip it to a million
Cash out one day, my coupe one-fifty
All I know is one thing, keep pounds and my glizzy
My left wrist froze, my right wrist hittin'
I'm not no rapper, I'm a well-known dealer
I don't trust no bitch, I don't fear no nigga
I done parked my 'Vette, hopped on a four-wheeler
Long, long time, I been thuggin' in the trenches
Been a long, long time, I been thuggin' for a minute
(WhiteboyCameWitDaBag like it's Christmas)
[Chorus: Roddy Rackzz]
For a long, long time, I been thuggin' in the trenches
I ain't got no time to be askin' is you with me?
For the ones that died and the ones that's in the system
They been on my mind, I been steady reminiscin' now
Way the Corvette drive, treat it like a Honda Civic
I'ma fuck her mind just to blow up my charisma
Up north, keep workin', I was doin' it for the image
I'm the realest richest youngin and I'm the turntest in the city
[Verse 1: Roddy Rackzz]
I'm a rеal trap artist, all I do is paint a picture
And it cost a couple hundred for thе lean that I'm sippin'
C-A-R is a twenty-thousand difference
And I hate to say I made it, but I really fuckin' did it
And I used to be wishin' that I turnt out winnin'
Now I'm comin' through the trenches with a fifty-thousand pendant
And I hop on bikes rockin' Louis V tinted
You ain't tryna help out, then stay out my business
I was numb for a minute 'til I found my feelings
I could drop one tape, probably flip it to a million
Cash out one day, my coupe one-fifty
All I know is one thing, keep pounds and my glizzy
My left wrist froze, my right wrist hittin'
I'm not no rapper, I'm a well-known dealer
I don't trust no bitch, I don't fear no nigga
I done parked my 'Vette, hopped on a four-wheeler
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