Forest Duvy

[Intro]
Southside shit, yeah
Run that up, Rico
Yeah

[Verse 1]
That boy never bend block (Nah)
Probably never took a loss (Uh, yeah)
Send my lil' nigga at you, he got a tool on the string
No tellin' what a nigga do for the win
Stuck in the bricks, now it's bricks 'round the crib
Grindin', bitch, I need some gates 'round the crib
Just left my dawg crib, got a call
Jakes ran through, had with sticks in the crib (Uh, huh)
Got me checkin' the windows
Paranoid, I see death in my dreams
They ain't even know what I mean
Probably think I'm geekin' off RP's
Ain't talk to bros for a week
M.I.A., missing in action
Probably be in Miami all weekend, uh, huh
Hope you know what I mean
Check my phone, it's a kill every moment
So it's hundred dollar steak in the evening
Can't complain, I'm just livin' my life, one life
Thirty pokin' when I'm outside
Ready any moment, got many rivals
Brodie put him up, yeah, he got titles (Got titles, for real)