Young Roddy - Chopping Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] Took a long time, but I got here Thug life like Pac, yeah No they don't play fair, them boys they shoot at cops here Big dog my K9's, selling weed was my day job Been through it all, learned to fight at that playground Glock by my waistline I roll around like greyhound Still sipping lean with my redbone from H town Ain't no more play time, nope no more play time I don't want no p**y without getting no Facetime Shine like my Rolex, grind til no more left Fresh off that tour bus right back to my projects Fiends hit my hotline, cops kicked my door down Real recognize real boy I don't need no cosign In case sh** might go wrong its back to my trap phone Sleep when I'm dead I've been working my a** off Racks in my Jansport, tattoo my pa**port Speed for that cash like I'm driving a NASCAR Life [Hook] [Verse 2: Le$] I put it together we getting paid I took it to Eddie to get it sprayed And ride through the city like I could never die I'm trying to get it ain't satisfied with just getting by See a different picture this some HD sh** Pocket watching motherf**ers ain't gonna make me rich I hit the pavement like a man, pockets all grown up Now these b**hes out here talking like he all blown up A different state of mind, I think I'm stuck in my ways A n***a gotta grind, I can't be wasting the days Getting faded riding slow, but we chasing it fast And when I'm flipping in the 'Lac the only time I'm on my a** Say a prayer for me momma, they hate to see me shine Even though I got it honest n***as plotting on what's mine As them 84's twist through the street I gotta calm my nerves, about to roll another sweet Roll another sweet L E Dolla Steak & Shrimp Good Sense 3 [Hook]