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