[Intro: Young Roddy]
(Good Sense)
Life
Shit, I ain't gon' make you wait too long 'cause I already made you wait too long

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Uh
It's fuck a loan, get your own
I burn a whole pound for my girl who dead and gone
And I'd trade it all in just to kick it once again
They say play Uncle Sam, but I'm like free my Uncle Ben
Where you been? That's what I hear when I spin the bend
But I've been busy on my grizzly, n***a, I'm a grown man
Young man, if it ain't about no paper then scram
Got me staring at them cards like who the fuck dealt me my hand?
I go ham, til I get my mill and forty excellent
And even when I get it, bitch, I'm still gon' be pitchin'
Plus all they know is Gimmie Gimmie got injured
You ain't heard Gimmie got shot then Gimmie went missin'
Yeah, tell all them nosy bitches mind they business
And all them fake ass n***as keep they distance
And Roddy ain't no killer but don't push me
But I guarantee it I make them pussies feel me, my n***a

[Hook: Young Roddy]
My n***as from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me
All my n***as getting it in say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning
Fool, my mama raised a winner
My sisters, they don't trip 'cause they ain't fucking with me
All my n***as in the pen say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning
Fool, my mama raised a winner
[Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee]
I've been focused my only goal is to stack billions
And give hope to these black children, I'm that brilliant
Far from a Huxtable, Denise was out in Hillman
Meanwhile I'm in New Orleans, patience short as Katt Williams
So I ride solo, dolo, no time for co-defendents
Talk shit and I'm sending shots, hope you fuckers photogenic
They hoes admit it, now they stalking my Instagram
Started making paper, it turned my haters to instant stans
They extending hands like Inspector Gadget, it's tragic
Where was all of you bastards when I had work under that mattress?
And the judging attachments, oh you n***as was napping?
Now you n***as adapted and I pull up like what's happenin'
In the end though, I'm the captain
And not just because rappin'
It's because I made it happen even when n***as was laughin'
Now I body everybody with a verse or with the shot
Fuck fame, no time to parlay, you shoulda get off the potty, bitch!

[Hook: Young Roddy]
My n***as from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me
All my n***as getting it in say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning
Fool, my mama raised a winner
My sisters, they don't trip 'cause they ain't fucking with me
All my n***as in the pen say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning
Fool, my mama raised a winner
[Verse 3: Roddy]
This lil n***a self-made
I couldn't keep a job they asked me how I'm getting paid
I started moving weight, they told me "N***a, pump your brakes"
But I've been rolling right past them getting that money all day
A hood full of n***as who'll blast in broad day
I told my homie, "Hold his head" my n***a told me, "Stay safe"
Got feds on my trail from all this money that I make
'Cause it been money over bitches like Jets always say
I never had no safe, just cash under my bed
Take a walk through that ghetto where that grass always deep
And like the homie Wiz, shit, my flow Taylor made
Show no love to the girl with short skirts and long legs
A bitch can't get a crumb off of my plate
I'm too hood to give a fuck, fuck what you think
I'm bound to blow soon, bitch n***a, give me space
But this that Good Sense Part II, bet I get paid

[Hook: Young Roddy]
My n***as from the bricks say they ain't fucking with me
All my n***as getting it in say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning
Fool, my mama raised a winner
My sisters they don't trip 'cause they ain't fucking with me
All my n***as in the pen say they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, bitch, I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning
Fool, my mama raised a winner
[Outro: Young Roddy]
Uh
Shit, on my momma, they go feel this one
Good looking, momma
Life
Na'Tee, Young Route
Owww!
(Good Sense)