Block Talk - Young Roddy, Quick Smith

And I been grinding like a mo fucka

Nigga dealing man they told me stay focused

I been drinking like a mo fucka

Way too much man I think I need a chauffeur

Shoutout to ma main bitch

I swear to God a nigga love her no joking

I’m still the man bitch I been the man

Even back then when a nigga was a dozer

And some niggas just raw man

So raw they don’t even need coaching

Some niggas just fake man

They’ll get a mill and they won’t give they man a token

Some niggas 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 niggas kill they self with a rope yeah

They pull me over with the same question

Every Time where the guns where the dope at

Fresh nigga yeah to death

Make a lil homie count new cash in a throwback

Yeah been shot twice but a nigga shot four back

I bought a two and a nigga got a full bag

With that black tucked tryna dodge the cop

Car pulled up on ma nigga 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 titties

The shit 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

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 nigga never rape

It’s on I’m a psychic bitch

Never had to read ma palm I keep a strap

Never could I leave it home I keep a bitch

She don’t even like a thong I’m cooking beats

I need me an apron 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 bitch she’s like mike in nights

I’m grinding bitch think I might fly tonight

Killer game slow leak ima need a knife

Ima need a bitch she gone have to die

Probably roll off a peel and a half tonight

I’m yelling fuck you thoughts you don’t have to like

Man these other lil niggas 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

I been planning and plotting and scheming lately

Who the fuck don’t want to see me make it

On my grind why these niggas faking

On my grind why these niggas faking

But for God he won’t let these niggas 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 fuck don’t want to see me make it

Who the fuck don’t want to see me make it

On my grind why these niggas faking

On my grind why these niggas faking

But for God he won’t let these niggas 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 fuck don’t want to see me make it

Who the fuck don’t want to see me make it

On my grind why these niggas faking

On my grind why these niggas faking

But for God he won’t let these niggas 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 fuck don’t want to see me make it

Who the fuck don’t want to see me make it

On my grind why these niggas faking

On my grind why these niggas faking

But for God he won’t let these niggas take it