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Artiste: Roddy Rackzz
Titre: Head Up

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(Jish on the track)
(Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up)

Bet it all on me, got a Glock on me, I got my bread up
I'm so elite, deep in these streets, I held my head up
My friends you see, shit's all on me, some of 'em went fed, yeah
They took my nine, I did my time, but I'm still here, yeah
Swervin' in a fast car, I left 'em in my past, yeah
I was at my last, oh, took my chance and blast off
I can never fall off, sales still in my call log
Get a pound and get 'em all off, this pain gon' make me ball hard

I was tryna push a pack on a one-way
Told my niggas we was gonna do it one day
Wasn't invitin' a pack in a Sunday
And I ran up all my money, it was fun, ayy
All these bitches love my swag and my feng shui
I could make a whole dub off one play
I'm connected with the plug, I can't wait to make it flood
I can get it out the mud, I done made it sellin' drugs
And my niggas gon' kill, they gon' do it out of love
And I'm still in the field, got a deal, got a buzz
And my neck on chill and my wrist on flood
Gave the streets my all, my tears, my blood
Some niggas gon' kill for me just 'cause
They done watched me run it up
Finally made it out of the trenches, thought I was stuck
I done turned them rags into riches, them racks were tucked
We gon' fuck the baddest lil' bitches, them hoes gon' fuck
You didn't hold me down from beginning, forever stuck
Now we rock Amiri F jeans, them pockets stuffed