[Intro]
Life worth more than money
But the type of money I’m playin' with'll buy your life
Loyalty over everything (For real though)
(Oh my god, Sammy)
Long live all my niggas
[Chorus]
You ain't never told me I was doin' good (Doin' good)
In apartments, we trappin', ain't had no silver spoon (Silver spoon)
Never cleaned the spot, only broom was a .30 (.30)
Had headaches and the only pill I'm poppin' was Perkies
Why them niggas tryna learn me? (Why?)
Why my close friends tryna hearse me?
And them pallbearers is your brodies
Why I play the streets and they say, "Duvy got the city?"
[Verse]
Are you proud of my ways?
Bitch, I know I changed
Made a mess with the K (Fire)
Fuck them rumours, niggas planned to put me with their homies (They bloodas)
Hate how we hop out stolies (Yeah)
Lil' niggas taking Rollies (Yeah)
And we still smoke YB
And gas right out of B.C
Why-S dumbass 6 feet
And that boy in the ditch, he stinky
Swerve, niggas dying for codeine
Twenty-eight grams straight from the East
Superstar Houdini
Got so many packs, I ain't even gon' mention it
Bitch, I can suit up and pop out, yeah, right now
Bro fucked the drop up, he would have been man down
Camera roll, he got hit in the tunnel and his pants down
Bloodnem pull up to your grandma house
Hold up, don't do that dumbass shit again, lil' boy
Left the club and we ran into shootouts (Shootouts)
Stand on business, only thing that we 'bout
They took my twin BK for some bodies and some AMs
For him, I never stop prayin'
And we ain't goin' back to the basics
I thought the bitch gon' come back soon, silly, she left me waitin'
Life worth more than money
But the type of money I’m playin' with'll buy your life
Loyalty over everything (For real though)
(Oh my god, Sammy)
Long live all my niggas
[Chorus]
You ain't never told me I was doin' good (Doin' good)
In apartments, we trappin', ain't had no silver spoon (Silver spoon)
Never cleaned the spot, only broom was a .30 (.30)
Had headaches and the only pill I'm poppin' was Perkies
Why them niggas tryna learn me? (Why?)
Why my close friends tryna hearse me?
And them pallbearers is your brodies
Why I play the streets and they say, "Duvy got the city?"
[Verse]
Are you proud of my ways?
Bitch, I know I changed
Made a mess with the K (Fire)
Fuck them rumours, niggas planned to put me with their homies (They bloodas)
Hate how we hop out stolies (Yeah)
Lil' niggas taking Rollies (Yeah)
And we still smoke YB
And gas right out of B.C
Why-S dumbass 6 feet
And that boy in the ditch, he stinky
Swerve, niggas dying for codeine
Twenty-eight grams straight from the East
Superstar Houdini
Got so many packs, I ain't even gon' mention it
Bitch, I can suit up and pop out, yeah, right now
Bro fucked the drop up, he would have been man down
Camera roll, he got hit in the tunnel and his pants down
Bloodnem pull up to your grandma house
Hold up, don't do that dumbass shit again, lil' boy
Left the club and we ran into shootouts (Shootouts)
Stand on business, only thing that we 'bout
They took my twin BK for some bodies and some AMs
For him, I never stop prayin'
And we ain't goin' back to the basics
I thought the bitch gon' come back soon, silly, she left me waitin'
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