Blow Up-Curren$y Presents

Verse 1: Young RoddyAnd I do it for the love of my hood; It ain't no banking Had a 9 to 5, part-time But I'm full time slanging My people would've killed me if they knew What I was thinking For the second time I'm all about my Benjies-my Franklins Raised in a section where they react without thinking That's word to the big homie Jada That we gon' make it Seen so many niggas get Caught up in they laces-straight slipping- Like my first cousin who in that system Or like my homie who became a victim; That's cold blood It's guerrilla warfare, so I load up Still got a bad bitch to roll up Still got big money that don't fold up Still labeled a soulja Still spazz Like I got a chip that's on my shoulda What you expect? I never had nothing And now this rap hustling bring a nigga mad money But I ain't near done I just got me a tune-up I riding till my wheel bust, OWW Refrain: Tradmark Da SkydiverRoll one up, two up (two up) Roll three up, four up (four up) Jet set, my nigga You know what we throw up Jet misses on us Cause we so wanted I'm just getting my dough up Got them bitches like "Hold Up" Roll one up, two up (two up) Roll three up, four up (four up) Jet set, my nigga You know what we throw up Them haters on us Cause we so wanted I'm just getting my dough up Nigga, this is the Blow Up Verse 2: Trademark Da SkydiverYou know Trade, nigga I'm all about a dolla' If you ain't with that You can scat 'Lil homie. Holla Super villain out the East I'm chiefed off marijuana Somewhere, posted, roasted Is where you'll prolly find him With them killers behind him I'm just chillin' and rhymin' Lames nickel and dime-in'- I'm on the block with the iron Stay with the forty anywhere Niggas'll get to firin' I keep it G- I'm just a product of my environment Growing up in New Orleans, yeah I've seen a lot of shit I'm not saying I'm proud of it But it made this: A go-getter for chips Double up and I flip Never spend it on chicks- Trying to upgrade the whips Yeah, nigga, you know how the game go Stack up, smash hoes- Tomorrow the same old Puff Mary Jane, make change And change clothes We riding till the wheels go flat Nigga, let's roll Refrain 1x