Young Roddy - Kyle Watson lyrics

[Verse 1] And I finally got my dream in my palm, and I can't let go In a cla** by my self, when I speak, I hear those echo's. These wack a** rapper's ga**ed, no petrol I walk it like I talk it in my retro's In the back seat of my older cousins car, they bumpin' Esco, or either bumpin' Jay's sh**, but now they bumpin' my sh** I'm trying to get it poppin', paper always been my topic That money in my mind, it's in my bank, and on my counter That weed all on my scale, it's in my joint, and in my grinder And Like Mekhi Phifer off of clockers, I was clocking So can a n***a ball, Kyle Watson These thirsty a** broads trying there best to count my pocket But, ain't no time for gossip, I'm to busy counting profit It's funny how they hopped off, and they hop back on my dick It's funny how another n***a b**h all in my mix It's funny how I used to wear my homeboys kicks Crazy how I come from piss poor, to hood rich Ugh, aye, but can I live? I hope they let me Im bugging out like Clyde Barrow, or Joe Pesci I'll never chang, I'll remain the same if they let me Marley told me, if I want it, to go get it Clearly this little n***a, big business Illen, for that money, I started sinning Silly of a n***a, hope he forgive me Just hope that I ain't speaking to low, so he don't hear me mane I said I'm hoping I ain't speaking to low, so he don't hear me mane Ugh. Music saved my life, that ain't no question Riding like a 187, me and my bredren, ugh! On a quest to get this cheddar Maby they'd do better, if they knew better, but they dont five a f**, so my attitude's what ever Thinking level headed, even when I'm on my level We all on a hunt to get this treasure Either you a buyer or a seller, a Jet n***a stay fly in any weather Owwww