Trademark Da Skydiver - Blow Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] And I do it for the love of my hood; It ain't no banking Had a 9 to 5, part-time But I'm full time slanging My people would've k**ed me if they knew What I was thinking For the second time I'm all about my Benjies-my Franklins Raised in a section where they react without thinking That's word to the big homie Jada That we gon' make it Seen so many n***as get Caught up in they laces-straight slipping- Like my first cousin who in that system Or like my homie who became a victim; That's cold blood It's guerrilla warfare, so I load up Still got a bad b**h to roll up Still got big money that don't fold up Still labeled a soulja Still spazz Like I got a chip that's on my shoulda What you expect? I never had nothing And now this rap hustling bring a n***a mad money But I ain't near done I just got me a tune-up I riding till my wheel bust, OWW [Refrain: Tradmark Da Skydiver] Roll one up, two up (two up) Roll three up, four up (four up) Jet set, my n***a You know what we throw up Jet misses on us Cause we so wanted I'm just getting my dough up Got them b**hes like "Hold Up" Roll one up, two up (two up) Roll three up, four up (four up) Jet set, my n***a You know what we throw up Them haters on us Cause we so wanted I'm just getting my dough up n***a, this is the Blow Up [Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver] You know Trade, n***a I'm all about a dolla' If you ain't with that You can scat 'Lil homie. Holla Super villain out the East I'm chiefed off marijuana Somewhere, posted, roasted Is where you'll prolly find him With them k**ers behind him I'm just chillin' and rhymin' Lames nickel and dime-in'- I'm on the block with the iron Stay with the forty anywhere n***as'll get to firin' I keep it G- I'm just a product of my environment Growing up in New Orleans, yeah I've seen a lot of sh** I'm not saying I'm proud of it But it made this: A go-getter for chips Double up and I flip Never spend it on chicks- Trying to upgrade the whips Yeah, n***a, you know how the game go Stack up, smash hoes- Tomorrow the same old Puff Mary Jane, make change And change clothes We riding till the wheels go flat n***a, let's roll [Refrain] 1x