Rod Wave — HG2 Intro

[Verse] Look, I’m sorry baby I don’t live that kinda life I be turnt up every night I ain’t got room for a wife But she dangerous and damagin’ But shit, you kinda scandalous so maybe you can handle it But I live the dream I ain’t yo’ average teen, I don’t sell sandwiches It’s Heartbreak Hotel season, I get paid for gamblin’ I got two accountants, that’s for money management and managers to manage what they managing Hate when people say they get it or they understand ‘Cause truth be told, I don’t think you’ll ever stand a chance You won’t get it ‘til yo’ closest nigga showin’ animosity Hoes that you barely know try to fuck ya constantly Hatin’ niggas say that you won’t blow ‘cause you ain’t special And everywhere you go somebody gotta be extra They pull ya to the side and try to give you a lecture And you don’t wanna hear it but you gotta be respectful If not, they say yo’ head too big ‘cause you up next And everywhere you go you rock diamonds ‘round yo’ neck And niggas smile around ya but don’t wanna see you flex And you don’t step in clubs unless they cut you a check And, you don’t like clubbin’ but you damn sure can pack ‘em You walk through malls every Saturday to get reactions And hoes that used to turn ya down, they come around with actin’ Askin’ for pictures to put kisses in the caption And you won’t understand until yo’ private life is public The world love watchin’ you turn nothin’ into somethin’ The life and path you chose consist of nonstop hustlin’ Hittin’ the road, doin’ shows, and elbow rubbin’ You forced to stay away from yo’ cousins ‘cause they be thuggin’ You love ‘em just like brothers but can’t get in no more trouble Niggas want you to fail and yo’ family want you to bubble Waitin’ for you to blow and come get ‘em all out the gutter You wouldn’t understand ‘til you have to hit that road You’ll never have the time for the people you love the most Takin’ chances, tryna ball, Knievel in the post Evil in certain people is really startin’ to show And you wouldn’t understand until yo’ job is yo’ career It’s like yo’ sport You leave the 12th, won’t be back ‘til the 4th You live hotel to hotel, resort to resort You got eight bills a month but only one of ‘em yours And you couldn’t understand if I paid ya You wouldn’t understand if I made ya, it’s crazy Life we live daily is major, now understand I went from a nobody to the fuckin’ man Everybody fuckin’ mad ‘cause I got that bag and passed the torch But ain’t nobody pass the torch when I had first jumped off the porch Me and Chris Atkins in the Cam’ dreamin’ ‘bout that Porsche I was down alone in that cell, down with no remorse Me and Shard sittin’ at that table tryna get it right Me and pops on that phone and we talkin’ prison life Me and mama goin’ back and forth, kicked out every night I was kicked out every night I know it’s hard to have faith in the greatness in yo’ city ‘Cause nobody has ever really made it in yo’ city Couple church songs, but nobody’s major in yo’ city Nobody hit the big stage and skated in yo’ city Niggas got cocky and then they got lazy in yo’ city Eventually they critically faded in yo’ city But this young nigga is comin’ to make changes in yo’ city Changes in yo’ city Brrdddttt!