4 the Money

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I shipped it off and got paid I blaze for them days I had to work like a slave My nigga said he blaze for them days he was on paper Probation, been a long time waiting almost drove my nigga crazy And yeah I understand but that ain't long cause we been praying Ain't complaining, I'm just saying This rap shit gon' make us major I mapped out my plans, passed it out to my man Bible on my right hand I swear to God we get this paper Now my eyes low like I'm Asian Stay blowed like a Haitian Sent my momma to Jamaica when I make it I promise my girl a gold bracelet, goddaughter a Mercedes Soon as I get my pesos, no plan I bet a nigga ball like a Laker Sign my homies to the label Good Sense but we ain't never gave a damn My kicks fucked up cause I be getting out the mud I cop an ounce from cuz and smoke it on blood [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] What up, Mike that's my stepdad Homie taught me how to fix a flat, taught me how to bat I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad And nah, I ain't dissing neither, nigga, that's my mans But it is what it is though, my nigga, I'm just saying My father done a bid, stepfather done a bid My momma had a gig, so what that make me Nigga, the man of the crib, small thing to a G I can handle this shit, uh, and that I did And best believe I held that shit down with ease Them good trees hold my hard times at ease But good grief man, they think life a peach, damn And all this dirty money, give me the need for speed I'm tryna find a spot to plant my money tree Uh, word to Pimp C, I'm sippin' out this jug I cop an ounce from cuz and smoke it out with blood, boy [Outro] Uh Ay, this that thug life Nigga, ay, this that thug life Uh, and this that thug life Life
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- Young Roddy