Dear Father - Young Roddy

And them lil' niggas stay car-jacking

Use bitch niggas for target practice

Every time we fucked man she came first and that’s automatic

Cops all in my rear view but its still ain’t no looking backwards

3 bricks with 2 niggas and 1 plan, let’s make it happen

Nigga fuck with our paper, fuck with our profit nigga we clappin

I’m ducked off, I be MIA when I touch down in Miami

And I’m laying it down, I stand tall, I big dog this status

Like clockwork I moved mad work when I was posted up off that alley, bitch

Stack paper stay low key, this young boy turned OG

All hail Route the Ruler bitch I shine bright for my whole team

Pop bottles get faded

Nina Rose is my baby

I don’t fuck with hoes that play basic

To the roof-top from the basement

And they told me I ain’t doing it right if them pussy niggas ain’t hating

Man they told me I ain’t doing it right if them pussy niggas ain’t hating

But like 'Ye say «We Major»

Like Uncle Snoop I get faded

Like Michael Jack I’m the baddest

Like Ali I’m the greatest

Like Money Mitch I get paper

Like we made it

I made guap with my pager

I chop blocks with my razor

I think I need me a vacation

This hot block still blazing

Them crooked cops still riding

My OG still banging

I lost my mind I can’t find it

This another classic I promise

We started out with nada

It was me, Buck and Lil' Johnnie

They my brothers from another, I call they momma my momma

I was 14 smoking chronic, I was 14

I smiled a lot but wasn’t clowning, I prayed a lot Dear Father

Had a weed shop in my condo, I was living like no tomorrow

I learned a lot from my losses, everybody ain’t bosses

Everybody ain’t faithful, everybody ain’t loyal

My nigga told me go harder, I kept cash for my lawyer

My nigga Mall had a daughter, I treat her just like my daughter

But what that is?

Good Sense 3