Rodd Zilla - OneThousandTwoHundred & ThirtyFour

You know we really do this artist over Actors shit
It take a lot to a Artist
When you an actor the game plan already set up
The script already there for you Everything already made up you just read off the script
But when you artist it's different
Cause you can do whatever tf you want on any beat
And you going come out hard this shit is EASY

It Go
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3 & to the 4
Im fed up hope it ain't the Feds at my door
I walk past the store just holla at Joe
I'm from the L
If you know you know

We don't chances my nigga we take risk
No hand outs on this shit get it how you live

Picture me rolling to the top
You thought I would flop
How could I quit before I give this shit all that I got
I ain't One of these niggas just in it for the fame
Got a name
Know that rapping ain't ya lane yall lame

Stand my ground like crops
10 toes down like a pair of socks Stuffed in some crocs

A step up from the rest of them and we do it better than
You don't see us out here wit competitors

No competition
Play a part in em missing
Dont wanna bring no attention
Onto the niggas that did it it's finish

Next topic
Talk about how I'm the best option
Don't get acknowledged
Everything that I'm rocking Creating History Earning a Profit so go and cop it

Don't fuck no police niggas snitch on beats
Talking about we got bricks of this & cane on every corner
Den get grabbed and he get mad and claim they telling on em

Real hustlers pose to be discreet Trapping on a back street not trapping on IG

New niggas crazy glad I don't follow y'all
Bet the house on me I'm hot like a malotov
And you just rapping hard you softer than a cotton ball
Even at my rock bottom I still wouldn't rock wit ya

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Plugged in Minnesota
A hustler going meet his quota
Sometimes I gotta wrestle wit the thoughts that's in my head
I wanna live a long life tired of seeing long live

I don't play wit kids
Take the children to day care
I'm wit niggas who don't play fair
You said you stay where?

We pulling up
Known to never give up a fuck
Before we heard of pistols hands was official hit a nigga wit a uppercut
Dummie!

Written by:
Jerodd Bayne

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