Star Kid Duvy

[Intro]
Long live my bloodies
R.I.P. all my bloodies
Wish you was here (Hey, CR)
Huh

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they slide, but who be really down?
I'm tryna focus on the better, but I can't let up
I seen him put his trust in his dawg, partner
That shit got him set up
And he ain't 'member how summer feel, he was livin' calendars
I had to turn my feelings off
Is they tryna play me closely just to cross?
How I end that shit so fast before it stop?
And you act like it's my fault
Got all 'em gangsters screamin', "Fuck the law"
Don't wanna make it out the hood, bro, we want bricks, he want more guns

[Verse 1]
Bro tryna kill for that money
He ain't nеver sold no drugs once
Out that window with a baby Draco
Brodie tryna kill onе
They ain't feel me now, I bet you soon, they gonna feel us
Bitch, I had my own style, I ain't had to do no remix
I buy two, I give you one, I tell you, "Keep it"
They was speakin' bad upon the C-side, they turn seasick
I cover my dreads, hop in that ride, like it's a turban
And he was walkin' with that pipe, but we still burnt him
More flights, flights, I can't live this life twice
Wishin' bro could live this life again
Put on my Prada shirts, hop in a Scat
Might not love again, I'm so over that
It's a stanky pack, that boy he got packed
Drenched, they forget he had a shirt 'cause he got drenched
Nigga pussy, come around, he movin' tense
And [Ali?] show you how to get away with murder