Lyrics Chopping Game - LE$ , 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
pussy
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
shit
might
go
wrong
its
back
to
my
trap
phone
Sleep
when
I'm
dead
I've
been
working
my
ass
off
Racks
in
my
Jansport,
tattoo
my
passport
Speed
for
that
cash
like
I'm
driving
a
NASCAR
Life
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
shit
Pocket
watching
motherfuckers
ain't
gonna
make
me
rich
I
hit
the
pavement
like
a
man,
pockets
all
grown
up
Now
these
bitches
out
here
talking
like
he
all
blown
up
A
different
state
of
mind,
I
think
I'm
stuck
in
my
ways
A
nigga
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
ass
Say
a
prayer
for
me
momma,
they
hate
to
see
me
shine
Even
though
I
got
it
honest
niggas
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
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