Block Talk Young Roddy (Ft. Quick Smith)

[Intro]
Cooking shows

[Verse 1]
And I been grinding like a mo fucka
Nigga dealing man they told me stay focused
I been drinking like a mo fucka
Way too much man I think I need a chauffeur
Shoutout to ma main bitch
I swear to God a nigga love her no joking
I'm still the man bitch I been the man
Even back then when a nigga was a dozer
And some niggas just raw man
So raw they don’t even need coaching
Some niggas just fake man
They’ll get a mill and they won’t give they man a token
Some niggas just lost man
Forget bed I wake up smelling forgies
Much love to ma mama man
Yeah, for not getting that abortion
Was the same chick I started with
We still [?]
We so hard that it’s [?]
But it’s even harder staying sober
What’s the odds of a young black boy like me
Tryna make it out the project
But boy shine like a rolex
Tell em hatin niggas kill they self with a rope yeah
They pull me over with the same question
Every Time where the guns where the dope at
Fresh nigga yeah to death
Make a lil homie count new cash in a throwback
Yeah been shot twice but a nigga shot four back
I bought a two and a nigga got a full bag
With that black tucked tryna dodge the cop
Car pulled up on ma nigga with a dope sack
But I'm holding it down for ma city
I never get caught in my feelings
Shawty she say I'm the realest
She tattooed my name on her titties
The shit that I spit be so vicious
No nike keys but they’ll pick it
Rolling round on twenty inches
I rather the sky be my ceiling