Young Roddy - Street Pharmacist lyrics

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Young Roddy - Street Pharmacist lyrics

Right! But it's easy to get in trouble Momma told me, "stay humble!" But what that is? And I try to stay out of mix, but it's easy to get in trouble I'm coming up hella quick, my momma told me, "stay humble!" I'm buzzing off at the streets with no molly, get on my level! Another kid from the ghetto who you stop, I bet the... Trapped in the belly of the beast, go on, help me! Oh piece, I'm only trying to eat, you don't film me! So will I make it up before them k**ers try to k** me? Yo, all 'em cups trying to numb me, talking reckless on the celly Throw away the key and lock a n***a with a celly In a cell, this is hell, man, the sh** that never failed Been working off my tail, check the dirt under my nails Street pharmacist with no diploma from Yale sponsored links I'm a street general, will send me half of you to tell That I'm almost there, hack a feeling in the air And if you ain't had no fresh kicks, them hoes will call you square But that was back then, when they didn't want it, now them hoes all on me And if I get some b**h from.. make my tape, I would have been Baby to cop my rolly with that big face. I've been, baby about my.. with that template But I'm so underground, way underground I'm hood bound That little block in... city where you cats can find me I shipped it off and got pace, since ... and Johnny I shout... and ball, and where's my hobby They shout too, but only they catch a homie! That's wicked, stay lost state minds and can't find it ..for a lil paper they're whiling Sickening, they're hoping... not fly like Vladi Getting this sh**, everybody getting in my squad dream! Take your faith at rap or make... a bottom I get the baddest b**hes and get brains a bottom. I'm pimping till I'm gone, I know that's wrong But back then, they didn't want me, none of them hoes are uh They're lost in this role, I hope the Lord got them, no! They said our poster be dead a long time ago! I can't... in that money, Geronimo I stay tall in their p**y with no problem, no! And me no leprechaun, but searching for a pot of gold I serve clientele like hella back adios From ducking popping... I serve the ground for grounds, don't hit me, yo! But as I spread my wings and stringing my halo I'm trying to make my Anne Smith, I'm about my play-role But for no pesos, they leave your shirts to... So get low, and still f** them A hoes, Them n***as can't hold me, shout out the OG.. Them n***as can't guard me, shout out the.. And all this slick dicks only make me go harder But f** them, but back them, they didn't want it Now them hoes are light!