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Fiend


[Intro: Young Roddy]
Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin'
Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser
I had a shoot-out once
I threw it twice, don't you test me
My flow sick; I'm sneezing on the track, God bless me
My neighbor lost her son to a bullet, God help her
My wrap sheet clean, but all my homies got felons
I be goin' so hard
sh*t I feel it's now or never
I got a black queen like Keisha straight from Belly
Her last man's hatin' and my old ho's jealous
What's the recipe to kill these beats? I never tell it
Back then, I turn my momma crib to a telly
Fell in love with this one bad b*tch, her name was Mary
Introduced her to my bro, told my mom I'm gettin' married
Everybody tellin' tales; liar liar, Jim Carrey
A skinny-ass n*gga, in the streets I'm hella heavy
Every time I talk that street sh*t, they don't know about it
I don't own no Maybach, I don't own no Bugatti
All I own is a SS Ninety-Six Impala
Drive it like a Nascar, knowin' it's a long body
Word to Master P, I keep it G, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
All the fiends call my phone cause they know I always got it
n*gga stay fresh, stay fly like a pilot
You can find my in the cut ducked off like I'm hidin'
Dope man pulled up, boy that's perfect timing
n*gga f*ck with Route, they f*ck around and start a riot
Whole team ridin', b*tch, my whole 'hood ridin'
Word to my n*gga Jizzle, real n*ggas never die
On the corner sellin' stones all day and all night
Good thing I had some work put away for a drought
'Bout to go on tour, told my dime-piece to keep it tight
Most of these rap n*ggas whack, don't believe the hype
I been writin' all day, writin' raps and writin' kites
To my n*gga in the pen, they tryin' to give my n*gga life
We was chillin in the 'hood, on our Huffy's poppin' wheelies
All we heard was gunshots, another body by the building
I seen the car speed off, I think it was a Civic
Know the color, know the shooter, still I never do no snitchin'
Got a rat up in your crew, boy that's bad for your business
'Bout to blow, I'm so close, fool, I'm talkin' fourth and inches
Got a trill b*tch who'll die for a n*gga
She keep her legs spread and let me dive in that kitty
Lucky me..
[Outro: Young Roddy]
'Hood ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b*tch
My team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b*tch
'Hood ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b*tch
My team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', b*tch
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