Young Roddy - Block Talk lyrics

[Intro] Cooking shows [Verse 1] And I been grinding like a mo f**a n***a dealing man they told me stay focused I been drinking like a mo f**a Way too much man I think I need a chauffeur Shoutout to ma main b**h I swear to God a n***a love her no joking I'm still the man b**h I been the man Even back then when a n***a was a dozer And some n***as just raw man So raw they don't even need coaching Some n***as just fake man They'll get a mill and they won't give they man a token Some n***as 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***as k** 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***a yeah to d**h Make a lil homie count new cash in a throwback Yeah been shot twice but a n***a shot four back I bought a two and a n***a got a full bag With that black tucked tryna dodge the cop Car pulled up on ma n***a 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 sh** 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***a never rape It's on I'm a psychic b**h Never had to read ma palm I keep a strap Never could I leave it home I keep a b**h 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 b**h she's like mike in nights I'm grinding b**h think I might fly tonight k**er game slow leak ima need a knife Ima need a b**h she gone have to die Probably roll off a peel and a half tonight I'm yelling f** you thoughts you don't have to like Man these other lil n***as 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** don't want to see me make it On my grind why these n***as faking On my grind why these n***as faking But for God he won't let these n***as 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** don't want to see me make it Who the f** don't want to see me make it On my grind why these n***as faking On my grind why these n***as faking But for God he won't let these n***as 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** don't want to see me make it Who the f** don't want to see me make it On my grind why these n***as faking On my grind why these n***as faking But for God he won't let these n***as 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** don't want to see me make it Who the f** don't want to see me make it On my grind why these n***as faking On my grind why these n***as faking But for God he won't let these n***as take it