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young roddy - block talk lyrics

[intro]
cooking shows

[verse 1]
and i been grinding like a mo f-cka
n-gga dealing man they told me stay focused
i been drinking like a mo f-cka
way too much man i think i need a chauffeur
shoutout to ma main b-tch
i swear to god a n-gga love her no joking
i’m still the man b-tch i been the man
even back then when a n-gga was a dozer
and some n-ggas just raw man
so raw they don’t even need coaching
some n-ggas just fake man
they’ll get a mill and they won’t give they man a token
some n-ggas just lost man
forget bed i wake up smelling forgies
much love to ma mama man
yeah, for not getting that abortion
was the same chick i started with
we still [?]
we so hard that it’s [?]
but it’s even harder staying sober
what’s the odds of a young black boy like me
tryna make it out the project
but boy shine like a rolex
tell em hatin n-ggas k!ll they self with a rope yeah
they pull me over with the same question
every time where the guns where the dope at
fresh n-gga yeah to death
make a lil homie count new cash in a throwback
yeah been shot twice but a n-gga shot four back
i bought a two and a n-gga got a full bag
with that black tucked tryna dodge the cop
car pulled up on ma n-gga with a dope sack
but i’m holding it down for ma city
i never get caught in my feelings
shawty she say i’m the realest
she tattooed my name on her t-tties
the sh-t that i spit be so vicious
no nike keys but they’ll pick it
rolling round on twenty inches
i rather the sky be my ceiling

[verse 2]
uh bag is on i’m writing poems
i’m still tryna leave the trap alone
stayed up for my dog he never made it home
we live by the gun a n-gga never rape
it’s on i’m a psychic b-tch
never had to read ma palm i keep a strap
never could i leave it home i keep a b-tch
she don’t even like a thong i’m cooking beats
i need me an apr-n on
i left ma dog on the thirty first
now i ride round with roddy on thirty first
whole year halloween down in new orleans
we masked up strapped up like the thirty first
fast life ma day’s like michael nights
ain’t nothing sweet but my b-tch she’s like mike in nights
i’m grinding b-tch think i might fly tonight
k!ller game slow leak ima need a knife
ima need a b-tch she gone have to die
probably roll off a peel and a half tonight
i’m yelling f-ck you thoughts you don’t have to like
man these other lil n-ggas ain’t half as nice
need a pound for my paper like whiz
whether streets or the side handle biz
shout to rod make you know what it is
told her bag up she said what it is
about what that is

[hook]
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
but for god he won’t let these n-ggas take it
i been working too hard
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
but for god he won’t let these n-ggas take it
i done work too hard
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
but for god he won’t let these n-ggas take it
i done work too hard
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
i been planning and plotting and scheming lately
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
who the f-ck don’t want to see me make it
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
on my grind why these n-ggas faking
but for god he won’t let these n-ggas take it

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