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young roddy - 40 mag lyrics

[intro]
from start to finish, from the rags to the riches, the beginning and the ending n-gga, the only thing a n-gga could say is that n-gga was on his grind, you hear me?

[?]
let me hit that b-tch one time before i go in
good looking my n-gga

[verse 1]
and its crazy how they wanna build me up just to tear me down
they said i’m crazy cuz i used to cop them pounds just to burn that down
no i can’t get caught, man i can’t get caught, who gonna bail me out?
man you’re all i got, yeah you’re all i got, fate don’t fail me now
cruising up in this skinny lane with these fat -ss tires
i was speeding after that money and d-mn near wrecked my ride
i was on my grind, i was on my grind, i’m just trying to get mine
i was on that gas, i was on that gas sitting on cloud nine
riding on them hoe -ss n-ggas trying to hold me up, old slow–ss n-ggas
they lying all up in they lyrics, them n-ggas ain’t never lived around no k!llers
its free my homeboy dip we from the same hood [?] my n-gga
i used to walk around h-lla broke ’til i finally met a plug and i started drug dealing

[hook]
i gotta get it while i could ain’t no time for no fronting
i used to have a pocket full of lint, real sh-t, ’til a n-gga made some money
i was on my grind, i was on my grind, i’m just trying to get mine
i was on my grind, i was on my grind, i’m just trying to get mine
i gotta get it while i could ain’t no time for no fronting
i used to have a pocket full of lint, real sh-t, ’til a n-gga made some money
i was on my grind, i was on my grind, i’m just trying to get mine
i was on that gas, i was on that gas sitting on cloud nine

[verse 2]
b-tch on a n-gga back, man can’t a n-gga breath?
and i’m just trying to keep it cool like the winter breeze
told her one day i’ll be on, she was like “n-gga please”
soon as [?] day came she was there asking for her keys, b-tch
but i’m just trying to make it out this trap dog
without getting caged up or getting clapped dog
real talk i’ve been [?] ghetto past dog
real sh-t i’m tired of hearing “my bad dog”
first they love me, then they hate me, they don’t even know
i turned nothing into something believe it or not
when i was puffing on that loud they told me “turn it down”
i kept a glock in my drawers, rocks in my socks
i’m headed nowhere fast, i’m headed nowhere fast
they said i’m bound to crash homie
i almost got shot down, i almost got shot down
good thing my mama be praying for me
n-gga made a little change now i finally got some jack money
they say the homie be stunting like a n-gga never had money

[hook]

and its crazy how they wanna build me up just to tear me down
they said i’m crazy cuz i used to cop them pounds just to burn that down
no i can’t get caught, man i can’t get caught, who gonna bail me out?
man you’re all i got, yeah you’re all i got, fate don’t fail me now

- young roddy lyrics

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