Not My Kids Lyrics

I ain't never tripping on losses

'Cause I know we gone get that shit right back

No cap

Let's go

Uh-huh

Lul Roddo

Let's go

Get money and I stay out the mix

Fresh as fuck but I still don't take pics 

Even though I spent 10k on kicks 

I was broke I just needed a fix 

Hit for 3 like I play for the knicks 

Rather play with yo bitch 

Was born to be rich 

On the mound like I pitch 

I keep sending hits 

This rapping my niche 

Prolly win me a Grammy before I'm 26 

Give a damn bout this shit 

I'm still selling splits 

Was stuck in the trenches 

I had to admit 

Give game to my jits 

Go start you a business

And make it legit 

And watch for the pigs 

These niggas just copy 

But they not my kids 

Gotta give 'em a bib 

Need titles and cribs 

Glock 40 on my hip

Screaming RIP nip 

Last year been a trip 

Bad bitches tryna strip 

Real niggas tryna pimp 

I was tryna touch a M 

For real though

Plugged in on exotic what you need 

Catching plays in the field like Willy Snead 

All work no play like I'm going to the league 

Real cheap gas prices 

You should get your bows from me 

I ain't tripping on the credit 

Niggas stealing everything 

From the drip to the flows like a parrot they repeat 

Remember moments with the fam 

That's the shit you 'posed to cherish 

If you fuck good baby then I might can get your nails did 

Catching plays with the gang them the niggas I came up with 

Same nigga baby 

Shopping late for Dior kicks 

Never threw in the towel 

On the road I took more trips 

I can go and get some storage

Born broke but I'ma die rich 

I put the food on the plate 'til we all ran out of porridge 

This shit we gone make gone be timeless 

You might see me spend some profit on diamonds 

Can't waste no time 'cause I'm grinding 

You see young Roddo yeah I'm shining

Get money and I stay out the mix

Fresh as fuck but I still don't take pics 

Even though I spent 10k on kicks 

I was broke I just needed a fix 

Hit for 3 like I play for the knicks 

Rather play with yo bitch 

Was born to be rich 

On the mound like I pitch 

I keep sending hits 

This rapping my niche 

Prolly win me a Grammy before I'm 26 

Give a damn bout this shit 

I'm still selling splits 

Was stuck in the trenches 

I had to admit 

Give game to my jits 

Go start you a business

And make it legit 

And watch for the pigs 

These niggas just copy 

But they not my kids