April 7 (Worst Day) Duvy

... was trapped in the trenches, my Glock on repeat
You caught me on my worst day
Like why I ain't get you nothing for your birthday?
[?]
Got niggas fiending for a body like they fiend for cocaine
This is dope boy shit, on block, you learn the dope game
We gon' get the racks and then we gone
Pour up a thousand dollars just so I nod off
I got racks so a nigga never fallin' off
He a pack, we don't talk, nigga, stick talk
Young nigga, but they call me, "Big dawg"
I was there when they popped off
Blame the streets, I have no heart
Went and bought her Birkin, bought somе Goyard
Double up the pack, I be ovеrlappin' if flexin' is my habit
Can't lack, always watch my back
And if I need my brodie, have him shootin'-shootin' back
A whole lot of schemin' at late nights
If we see a nigga fold my bloody, he gon' pay the price
Bah-bah-bah-bah!
My niggas going dumb
Niggas runnin', scramblin', ambulance pick him up
They be screamin', "Oh, don't give up"
They know young nigga got big bucks
For me, brodie, he kill shit, load up
Park the car and hop out, like, "Hold up"
Face of the city, they be knowing us
Why you think I made it? 'Cause it was right on the corner
Bro said, "Turn the road"
R.I.P [?], man, he told us
[?], showing my love
I was [?], if I do, I'm shootin' my gun