[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
And I do it for the love of my hood;
It ain't no banking
Had a 9 to 5, part-time
But I'm full time slanging
My people would've k**ed me if they knew
What I was thinking
For the second time
I'm all about my Benjies-my Franklins
Raised in a section where they react without thinking
That's word to the big homie Jada
That we gon' make it
Seen so many n***as get
Caught up in they laces-straight slipping-
Like my first cousin who in that system
Or like my homie who became a victim;
That's cold blood
It's guerrilla warfare, so I load up
Still got a bad b**h to roll up
Still got big money that don't fold up
Still labeled a soulja
Still spazz
Like I got a chip that's on my shoulda
What you expect?
I never had nothing
And now this rap hustling bring a n***a mad money
But I ain't near done
I just got me a tune-up
I riding till my wheel bust, OWW
[Refrain: Tradmark Da Skydiver]
Roll one up, two up (two up)
Roll three up, four up (four up)
Jet set, my n***a
You know what we throw up
Jet misses on us
Cause we so wanted
I'm just getting my dough up
Got them b**hes like "Hold Up"
Roll one up, two up (two up)
Roll three up, four up (four up)
Jet set, my n***a
You know what we throw up
Them haters on us
Cause we so wanted
I'm just getting my dough up
n***a, this is the Blow Up
[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
You know Trade, n***a
I'm all about a dolla'
If you ain't with that
You can scat
'Lil homie. Holla
Super villain out the East
I'm chiefed off marijuana
Somewhere, posted, roasted
Is where you'll prolly find him
With them k**ers behind him
I'm just chillin' and rhymin'
Lames nickel and dime-in'-
I'm on the block with the iron
Stay with the forty anywhere
n***as'll get to firin'
I keep it G-
I'm just a product of my environment
Growing up in New Orleans, yeah
I've seen a lot of sh**
I'm not saying I'm proud of it
But it made this:
A go-getter for chips
Double up and I flip
Never spend it on chicks-
Trying to upgrade the whips
Yeah, n***a, you know how the game go
Stack up, smash hoes-
Tomorrow the same old
Puff Mary Jane, make change
And change clothes
We riding till the wheels go flat
n***a, let's roll
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