[Chorus: Duddy B]
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
[Verse 1: Duddy B]
I'm droppin beats, nice and mellow
Meet you, I say hello
Jump on the microphone
I got the fellas sayin' well, uh
Damn, yo this boy come shockin'
And no, I don't stop until I'm done rockin'
So yo, just sit back and relax for a bit
I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the biz, then I rip it
I'm high as can be, the true Duddy B
And all can see we comin' irie, yeah, yeah
Yeah, irie, yeah, yeah
Yeah, irie
[Verse 2: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*]
I'm on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf
(Yo, stay true to my friends and get wise with myself)
Cause I'm impaired with despair at all you sucker MCs
(So be yourself and flow with ease
And keep it tight like Dungarees)
And get this cheese like cheddar
(Drop the fake act and grab these beats that be better)
'Cause I be breakin' fools
With molecules and lots of juice
Your neck in the noose, I'm lettin it loose, yo
(When you turn purple, get out my circle
If you got that shit that be commercial)
'Cause I found ya sound, just be the other way around
(You're tryin' to be underground
But you floatin' on the surface)
With no purpose in your verses
(Drop the mic so you can jerk it)
*Can it be the MC rockin under canopies
Insanity is banning me from rappin' independently*
And sending me to penitentiaries offensively
(Cause I love music), I chose it, don't abuse it
Never lose it when I bruise it
(So don't lyrically shoot, cause you know you're gonna miss)
You say you get more pussy than a gynecologist
(I know you would be lonely if it wasn't for your fist)
You asked me how I got dope
I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
[Verse 1: Duddy B]
I'm droppin beats, nice and mellow
Meet you, I say hello
Jump on the microphone
I got the fellas sayin' well, uh
Damn, yo this boy come shockin'
And no, I don't stop until I'm done rockin'
So yo, just sit back and relax for a bit
I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the biz, then I rip it
I'm high as can be, the true Duddy B
And all can see we comin' irie, yeah, yeah
Yeah, irie, yeah, yeah
Yeah, irie
[Verse 2: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*]
I'm on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf
(Yo, stay true to my friends and get wise with myself)
Cause I'm impaired with despair at all you sucker MCs
(So be yourself and flow with ease
And keep it tight like Dungarees)
And get this cheese like cheddar
(Drop the fake act and grab these beats that be better)
'Cause I be breakin' fools
With molecules and lots of juice
Your neck in the noose, I'm lettin it loose, yo
(When you turn purple, get out my circle
If you got that shit that be commercial)
'Cause I found ya sound, just be the other way around
(You're tryin' to be underground
But you floatin' on the surface)
With no purpose in your verses
(Drop the mic so you can jerk it)
*Can it be the MC rockin under canopies
Insanity is banning me from rappin' independently*
And sending me to penitentiaries offensively
(Cause I love music), I chose it, don't abuse it
Never lose it when I bruise it
(So don't lyrically shoot, cause you know you're gonna miss)
You say you get more pussy than a gynecologist
(I know you would be lonely if it wasn't for your fist)
You asked me how I got dope
I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice
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