Is What It Is Young Roddy (Ft. Kidd Kidd & Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
I'm breaking her heart, she love me to death
I'm speaking my mind, not under my breath
I lived with my granny that's right by the [?]
Where niggas get robbed, niggas get whacked
Where niggas play foul, they give you a TEC
Like 4 in the morning, they flipping a pack
Circle the block, a gun on their lap
I buried lil bro, they hoping I'm next
They call me the GOAT, they say I'm a threat
You crossing that line, but karmas a bitch
I pull up on Slay, he fresh out the pen
If I give you my word, that's rеal as it get
My nigga getting high on his own supply
He told mе he quit, but he doing it again
Played with the fam, he empty the clip
Stand over the body and shoot him again
Been through the pain, I know how it feel
Sold crack to my folks, I know that's a sin
Been in the cold, stood over the stove
Now who would've thought that I'd go legit
My youngin' a killa, that nigga like Curry
When he go to shooting, that nigga don't miss
Fresh out the ghetto where niggas be tweaking
When they go to itching, they get 'em a fix
Aim at ya top, that's word to [?]
Bitch all them L's we took, we gotta win
Stood in the rain, was selling cocaine
When the money low, we got it in
Still in the field, they shooting to kill
My nigga buck, he'll kill ya for real
My nigga [?] keep him a scale
Free all my niggas that's locked up in jail