Survivor’s Remorse

Let's talk about everything so I can give it some closure

Way before the Grammys, Billboard 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 fuck was I supposed to do?

I been going through child support

A good daddy, I vouch for it

She just want a new mile for her

Fuck around, fell out with some of my homies

Having too much pride

And they can't even say I didn't try, ooh, I

Imagine if I had a dollar for every time you said I fell off, I'd be a billionaire

I was blinded by survivor's remorse, I was supposed to build here

Still solid, still here

Still home, I done stepped on base

Pride myself off the progress of being off 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

Switch on this Glock, and this Maybach extended

F8 the 'Rari, the Lambo, I advented it

Bitch, I'm the heart of the trenches

I still talk shit with my dogs in the penitentiary

Pulled up the numbers, we earned out the label

Hunnid something nights we put food on the table

You ain't heard shit from the club house

'Cause the Crips probably violated 'em

F&N to stop the opps in they tracks, yeah, yeah

Dawgy got the double murder, still got action, yeah, yeah