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wishing well - young roddy lyrics

[verse 1]
uh, started with nothing, story about the roller
thought the road with no jam, made us work the martin luther
never get caught in my feelings
there’s biggie getting that cold g
this for them nights i was starving
so tired of ramen noodles
never get stuck in no true
i tell you just ’bout my past
now they call me the future
never been with confusion
daddy’s is taking that moben
i brought my sister her toilet, i pray she never use it
truth be told, i’d be dead and gone if it wasn’t for music
on a road to the richest, started out and i hooped it
kush sh-t living with n-ggas shooting, i ain’t talking hooping
no lie them n-ggas ruthless, she suck it just like she toothless
now i’m stunting these n-ggas
all these n-ggas my junior
f-ck a vest in my city, them boys ain’t match your coffee
i swear this more than music
i tell you my life like a movie
i coulda been a blue chip
but this one for the crew though
’cause they know i in good sense
they hopped up off that good sh-t, no bullsh-t
they young gods spending from the poor pit
like god bless, they say the squad next
but i say we right now
what’s a better time to drop another bomb like funk flex?
made it out the projects where cops never protect
the d-mn thing, hold up, she tryna get my last name
but hold on this b-tch, wanna rhyme before this cash came
oh lord, i jumped off the porch into the fast lane
selling all the young dope, i’m still in the crack game
i know some k!llers who don’t mind k!lling
i’m boss like max payne
tell them n-ggas ain’t for the stars
but they got bad aim
body everybody, i put that sh-t on the rap game
toss a quarter in the wishing will
sh-t ain’t work, my n-gga still in jail
i’m talking for many years
that’s cold turkey
my homie got hooked on that tony, he nose first
i guess he soul searching
hard time, had to see him breakfast at dinner
no heat up in his crib, had to bundle up for the winter
i murder any n-gga who put his hand on my sister
if they lock me up i’m like ‘who the f-ck’ll come visit?’
guess i’m uncommon
n-ggas in the courthouse, singing like cold timers
even in the dark i be shining like blood diamonds
gotta keep that rocking
i’m feeling like joe johnson
no time for the nonsense

good sense
i guess i’m uncommon
roll up

- young roddy lyrics

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