3 the Hardway Young Roddy (Ft. Smoke DZA & Styles P)

[Intro: Styles P]
My nigga Young Roddy
S.P. the Ghost
Jet Life, D-Block
You already know... aight

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Nigga you lookin' at Keyser Söze
Zips on deck, bricks on deck and Rosé (Rosé)
The young Jet, the old G (Yeah)
Spend on smoke what these niggas pay for the whole Key (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Lowkey (Low), or highkey
Drop a piano on your head if you try me (Feel that)
Or Young Roddy fly in the Maserati (Fly)
Or the fleet with grow hand for the best look (Best, the best look)
The work move faster then Russell Westbrook (Fast)
Kevin Durant on the dope stamp (Oooh)
My niggas potheads, but we the most in (We in)
I ain't the swag champ, I'm the Lo champ
Come and light it up with the Smoke Champ
D-Block, Jet Life, you know both camps
I get it in and I get it out
Pitch ya money to me, I hit it out

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
I started smokin' heavy cause times was gettin' Harder
Step brother [?], left me a revolver
Welcome to me, city land of the less fortune
Glenwood Apartment AKA the Carter
Uh, where they don't throw [?], they throw crosses
Last name Spalding AKA I'm Ballin'
Us against the world, fuck them niggas, we a problem
So sucka free, sucka niggas pay extortion
"Hold On" video had rocks in my pocket
Linked up with DZA, got a plug up that Sour
Hooked up with Styles, now I'm good out in Yonkers
Good in any hood, I don't need no co-signer
My girl on that Molly, me I'm on the Chronic
Tre 1st and D-Block, real niggas mobbin'
Bet somebody hammer 'round this bitch got a body
Went from no bottles into bein' a role model
Owww!