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[Intro: Young Roddy] (Good Sense) Life Shit, I ain't gon' make you wait too long 'cause I already made you wait too long [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Uh It's fuck a loan, get your own I burn a whole pound for my girl who dead and gone And I'd trade it all in just to kick it once again They say play Uncle Sam, but I'm like free my Uncle Ben Where you been? That's what I hear when I spin the bend But I've been busy on my grizzly, nigga, I'm a grown man Young man, if it ain't about no paper then scram Got me staring at them cards like who the fuck dealt me my hand? I go ham, til I get my mill and forty excellent And even when I get it, bitch, I'm still gon' be pitchin' Plus all they know is Gimmie Gimmie got injured You ain't heard Gimmie got shot then Gimmie went missin' Yeah, tell all them nosy bitches mind they business And all them fake ass niggas keep they distance And Roddy ain't no killer but don't push me But I guarantee it I make them pussies feel me, my nigga [Hook: Young Roddy] My niggas from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me All my niggas getting it in say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning Fool, my mama raised a winner My sisters, they don't trip 'cause they ain't fucking with me All my niggas in the pen say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning Fool, my mama raised a winner [Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee] I've been focused my only goal is to stack billions And give hope to these black children, I'm that brilliant Far from a Huxtable, Denise was out in Hillman Meanwhile I'm in New Orleans, patience short as Katt Williams So I ride solo, dolo, no time for co-defendents Talk shit and I'm sending shots, hope you fuckers photogenic They hoes admit it, now they stalking my Instagram Started making paper, it turned my haters to instant stans They extending hands like Inspector Gadget, it's tragic Where was all of you bastards when I had work under that mattress? And the judging attachments, oh you niggas was napping? Now you niggas adapted and I pull up like what's happenin' In the end though, I'm the captain And not just because rappin' It's because I made it happen even when niggas was laughin' Now I body everybody with a verse or with the shot Fuck fame, no time to parlay, you shoulda get off the potty, bitch! [Hook: Young Roddy] My niggas from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me All my niggas getting it in say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning Fool, my mama raised a winner My sisters, they don't trip 'cause they ain't fucking with me All my niggas in the pen say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning Fool, my mama raised a winner [Verse 3: Roddy] This lil nigga self-made I couldn't keep a job they asked me how I'm getting paid I started moving weight, they told me "Nigga, pump your brakes" But I've been rolling right past them getting that money all day A hood full of niggas who'll blast in broad day I told my homie, "Hold his head" my nigga told me, "Stay safe" Got feds on my trail from all this money that I make 'Cause it been money over bitches like Jets always say I never had no safe, just cash under my bed Take a walk through that ghetto where that grass always deep And like the homie Wiz, shit, my flow Taylor made Show no love to the girl with short skirts and long legs A bitch can't get a crumb off of my plate I'm too hood to give a fuck, fuck what you think I'm bound to blow soon, bitch nigga, give me space But this that Good Sense Part II, bet I get paid [Hook: Young Roddy] My niggas from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me All my niggas getting it in say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning Fool, my mama raised a winner My sisters they don't trip 'cause they ain't fucking with me All my niggas in the pen say they ain't fucking with me Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it Kept it real since the beginning Fool, my mama raised a winner [Outro: Young Roddy] Uh Shit, on my momma, they go feel this one Good looking, momma Life Na'Tee, Young Route Owww! (Good Sense)