Young Roddy - La La lyrics

They stay smoking that They stay selling that [Verse 1: Young Roddy] Them n***as can't keep up I hustle for my income They don't know what I've been through They don't know where I come from I wake up so early, so early I beat the sun up I saw n***as get wet up They ran up and got done up I left that bullsh** in the past I'm on my come up But speaking bout my past I hid that work by the dump truck I got two snow bunnies They love me, they live in Boston f**ed em at the same time Real talk, I ain't lyin' Got liquor on my breathe Got money on my mind If they ain't talking 'bout no money Watch how fast they get declined My lungs straight collapse from smokin that la la la Woke up in that hospital bed She was right there by my side But hard times don't last long I guess she my backbone And if all else fails It's back to that trap phone Riding with a pretty b**h Trying to make a pretty penny Car smellin like piffy Got two ounces of that sticky, n***a They stay smoking that They stay selling that [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Now who got it? Who got it? That's me, my n***a Had to hustle for the loot Ain't sh** free, my n***a My OG told me keep it G, lil n***a That's f**ed up, man the feds Trying to keep my n***a But f** the world and I mean it Freedom of speech, my n***a Know a girl who like girls And she don't need no n***a That's some cold a** sh** f** it, that ain't my biz Boy that ain't my ho sh**, I don't save no b**h I play the game how it go I'm trying to raise my kids Soon as you get you some dough Them n***as aim at your wig I used to be hella broke Until I got on my sh** Stacked me up a lil change Them b**hes hopped on my dick I'm trying to stack some paper like Puffy It's hard living 'round these crabs in a bucket I used to have a pocket full of dimes Was on my grind all the time, n***a sell that