Young Roddy - 3 The Hardway lyrics

rate me

Good Sense, Good Sense

Nigga you looking the cause is so sens e

sips on deck, ricks on deck and Rose

the young Jet, the OG spend on smooth,

these niggas pay for the whole key,

lil key a high key, drop PN on your head, if you try me

a young ruddy flying the Maserati,

or the fleed with grow hand for the best look

the world move faster than Russel west..

Kevin Duran on the dub stand,

My niggas pied hands, but we the most end

I ain't the swag champ I'm the little chimp,

Come and light it up with the smoke chap,

the block jet, like we know both camps,

I get it in then I get it out,

Pitchin money to me I ain't hit it out.

I started smoking heavy 'cause time was getting harder

Stop brother Josen, left me a revolver,

Welcome to my city land, none the less fortune,

Green what apartments, AK the carter,

Uh, when they don't throw spot they throw crosses,

Last thing boldin, AKA I'm ballin'

Us against the world f*ck them nigga with your problem,

SO s*ck a free, s*ck a niggas pics stortion,

Hold I don't fit it I held packs in my pocket,

Linked up with diesel got a plug in that sower,

Hooked up with styles now I'm good than them Junkers,

Good in any hood I don't need no co-sign em,

My girl on that molly me, I'm on that chronic,

Tray first in deep block, real niggas mobin,

best sound by the hammer in this bitch, got a body

went from nobody it's been a roll model, au.

Hit my nigga roll with the dower

I been that nigga since niggas the Eddy Bower

A couple days I ran through a quarter pound

and now I'm rolling up some Harlem shake no power

Smelling stinch it away the whole crowd up,

smoke us club climbing found up,

run around hallum on some may up, shit,

nigga problem with the EA spit,

on the block he do the grave your shift,

Stay on it like clock work, we don't prologue, we pop first,

Put em on like he pop purps,

Shout out to my dogs, three way cause from behind the wall,

my long home strap like they go on the wall,

like f*cking mystery go going and let me out on the gone,

Coming out with packs like crack the dawn,

say you profit nigga save the stone, keep hustling.

Good Sense, Good Sense.