Thank God Young Roddy

[Produced by Bushido Black]

[Verse 1]
One time for them trap niggas
What, them niggas showed me how to work that pyrex
Two times for my hood niggas
What, good lord we done made it out the projects
I told my homie roll up, smoke something
I remember going half on a dime sack
I told that girl no glove, no love
And this bitch tryna get a nigga sidetracked
From the spot where them niggas sell pounds at
No outdoor, only smoke loud packs
Told that bitch leave the key by the doormat
I’m going to get the money, I’ll be right back
Flashback, rocking my Bo Jacksons and my throw bag
I told her face down, ass up, hit it from the back, bitch throw it back, bitch
I flow cold like a polar bear, I ain’t nothing like them fuck niggas over there
I’m up next, I can handle that
I told them bitches I’d blow, you can bet on that
I’m [?] the Taliban, still tryna get a cherry red drop Cadillac
Since a teen, bitch I been a man
Ask your girl, bitch I been a man
On the block selling butter man
Shit it’s hard as hell to make it out the gutter man
I’ll do whatever for some money man
I used to sell birds just to get bunny bread
But don’t miss this shit ho, bitch don’t miss this money train
Fly nigga to death ho, and I’m sipping this purple rain