Survivor’s Remorse

Let's talk about everything, so I can give it some closure Way before the Grammys, billboards, charts When I was riding around in local Let's talk about how we done came up and they tried to fold us Roddy really anti, they took it personal What the Fucc was I supposed to do I been going through child support A good daddy, I vouch for it She just want a new - Fucc around fell out with some of my homies Having too much pride And they can't even say I ain't try Ooh I- Imagine if I had a dollar every time you said I fell off I'd be a Billionaire I was blinded by survivors remorse I was supposed to build here Still solid, still here Still home, I done stepped on base Pride myself of the progress of being of codeine I promise it's so hard to shake Roddy you wealthy Roddy you golden Roddy you built for this Roddy be tired of everybody opinion Behind the closed doors you can feel this shit Switched on this glocc In this Maybacc, extended F8 the Rarri, the Lambo I advented Bitch, I'm the heart of the trenches I still talk shit with my dogs in the penitentiary Pulled up the numbers we eared out the label Hunnid somethin' nights we put food on the table You ain't heard shit from the clubhouse 'Cause the Crips probably violated 'em FN to stop the opps in they tracks Yeah yeah Dawgy go the double murder, still got action Yeah yeah