Young Roddy, Trademark Da Skydiver - Landing Strip lyrics
[Young Roddy, Trademark Da Skydiver - Landing Strip lyrics]
It's hard to stay low key
When you making loot nigga
I bet I speak my mind like Mom Dukes nigga
And Marl say why lie when
You the truth nigga?
And now they calling me Q I got the juice
I big dog my way through make room nigga
Yeah crime pays I got proof
I'm paid for my money to the roof nigga
A hit man for hire in the booth
I tried to tell em a
Player was making moves nigga
What I've done for cash they
Don't have a clue
Once again taking wack niggas to school nigga
I run my city Roddy the king of Lou
And that's my rta I think money all
Day until my niggas in the bank
I pray to God they stay safe
And after every meal I pray to God they
Say grace you know it's fuck the po
And I ain't gotta boast but we
The dopest on our coast
And I ain't gotta brag but
Baby girl I'm the man
And to make it to the top that's my plan
I'm tryna pick a cool spot
To land my nigga yeah
Money on my mind stacks up in my pockets
Bitches on my call log my iphones poppin
Getting money around the clock with
No plans on stopping i'm only in it to win
It losings not an option
Flamingo my nigga I'm tryna ball like Rodman
Presidential status you can call me Obama
And I was guaranteed to blow
Just like a suicide bomber
But these lames hatin
On me like they don't wanna
See me with no dollars
Niggas don't want no problems word
To my brotha Roddy oh
Best believe we about it especially
When it comes to profit
No lies I'm just bein honest in
Every line I promise to
Keep it real until I lay 6 feet in the field
Some niggas ain't trill and thats ill
But that ain't me Ima keep it G
On my way to the T-O-P
And once I get right my whole clique gone eat
I'm stickin to the g code cus
Thats all we know
When you making loot nigga
I bet I speak my mind like Mom Dukes nigga
And Marl say why lie when
You the truth nigga?
And now they calling me Q I got the juice
I big dog my way through make room nigga
Yeah crime pays I got proof
I'm paid for my money to the roof nigga
A hit man for hire in the booth
I tried to tell em a
Player was making moves nigga
What I've done for cash they
Don't have a clue
Once again taking wack niggas to school nigga
I run my city Roddy the king of Lou
And that's my rta I think money all
Day until my niggas in the bank
I pray to God they stay safe
And after every meal I pray to God they
Say grace you know it's fuck the po
And I ain't gotta boast but we
The dopest on our coast
And I ain't gotta brag but
Baby girl I'm the man
And to make it to the top that's my plan
I'm tryna pick a cool spot
To land my nigga yeah
Money on my mind stacks up in my pockets
Bitches on my call log my iphones poppin
Getting money around the clock with
No plans on stopping i'm only in it to win
It losings not an option
Flamingo my nigga I'm tryna ball like Rodman
Presidential status you can call me Obama
And I was guaranteed to blow
Just like a suicide bomber
But these lames hatin
On me like they don't wanna
See me with no dollars
Niggas don't want no problems word
To my brotha Roddy oh
Best believe we about it especially
When it comes to profit
No lies I'm just bein honest in
Every line I promise to
Keep it real until I lay 6 feet in the field
Some niggas ain't trill and thats ill
But that ain't me Ima keep it G
On my way to the T-O-P
And once I get right my whole clique gone eat
I'm stickin to the g code cus
Thats all we know