Young Roddy - Hood Gospel lyrics

[Intro] (I wrote to the [?] gotta make me a pistol) Good sense [Verse 1] They tryna count me out They gotta be out of they mind Steady make that cover, I had to swallow my pride Talking that money talk I hope the feds ain't tapping my line I got a pocket full of hope yeah I got a pocketful of dimes If you ain't talking bout getting rich then don't waste my time Glow like Leroy they can't block my shine Clientele like dope boy, I got em waiting in line Like Xsoft billy I'm just tryna get mine They said it's lonely at the top so I brought my squad Ain't had no whip came a long way from bumping a ride And that's suicide on my block n***a that's do or die You either ride or gettin rolled on boy You either steal or get stole boy You either shooting or you getting shot You either balling or you getting by On the road to riches gotta make me a piss stop You know stop at the liquor store man I made impossible possible man Ain't got no time for no games This life throw obstacles man You better play the game but don't play yourself I had a job but I quit now the boy pay himself And I'm still mobbing I'm steady spitting this hood gospel I made a money mattress just for me to lay on top it So top that I'm riding round with my top back, so hold tight [Verse 2] That's the sh** I been waiting on for my whole life And I'm stacking that money, I'm stackin' that money I'm stacking that money, f** saving that money I'm burning that money cause I'm making that money so hold tight This the sh** I been waiting on for my whole life so hold tight This the sh** I been waiting on for my whole life And I'm stacking that money, I'm stackin' that money I'm stacking that money, f** saving that money I'm burning that money cause I'm making that money so hold tight This the sh** I been waiting on for my whole life (for my whole life, for my whole life)