[Intro: Don Mykel & Dyme-A-Duzin]
…soul lil baby
…whole lil baby
(Young Dyma)
(Swank Sinatra)
(You invited to the barbeque)
(Crown fried)
(Playas only)
(Sheesh)
Dyma, uh
[Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Picture me rollin'
A spliff bigger than BIG's fingers
Mind frame aimed at the land of the big spenders
Wrist on froze, oh my God, did it hit winter?
Album 'bout to drop this fall, it's a hit, nigga
I'm tired of these clowns, this is it
Won the Olympics need a Gold medal, endless Crown chicken and thick strippers
The living in their lyrics is fictitious, I'm authentic
It's not a role if the boy said it, I just did it
Bridging these gaps too big for britches
Flow Chris Rivers, a lil pun
No way I can spark anticipation and then show up to the station like I'm Biggie's son
Make too many bands for you to send mе on a Diddy run
Seasoned, see why I can feel some typе of way
Giving singers and MCs that roam my streets the light of day
The reason for
Dymez by the duzin, the Don of this shit
Astonishin'; astronomical, the dollars that's spent', illogical
My only goals to uplift 'em, inspire the gifted, never
Settle for less in this wicked land that we live in
If getting paid in blue Benjamins to focus, I'm the only elite
Train for the Wimbledon, streets claiming my innocence
Damn
I swear this shit got me feelin' just like Sha'Carri
Talented and black, knowing most could never come near me
Dealing in industries insensitive to our feelings
In the process of adaptin', they after me tryna [kill me]
…soul lil baby
…whole lil baby
(Young Dyma)
(Swank Sinatra)
(You invited to the barbeque)
(Crown fried)
(Playas only)
(Sheesh)
Dyma, uh
[Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Picture me rollin'
A spliff bigger than BIG's fingers
Mind frame aimed at the land of the big spenders
Wrist on froze, oh my God, did it hit winter?
Album 'bout to drop this fall, it's a hit, nigga
I'm tired of these clowns, this is it
Won the Olympics need a Gold medal, endless Crown chicken and thick strippers
The living in their lyrics is fictitious, I'm authentic
It's not a role if the boy said it, I just did it
Bridging these gaps too big for britches
Flow Chris Rivers, a lil pun
No way I can spark anticipation and then show up to the station like I'm Biggie's son
Make too many bands for you to send mе on a Diddy run
Seasoned, see why I can feel some typе of way
Giving singers and MCs that roam my streets the light of day
The reason for
Dymez by the duzin, the Don of this shit
Astonishin'; astronomical, the dollars that's spent', illogical
My only goals to uplift 'em, inspire the gifted, never
Settle for less in this wicked land that we live in
If getting paid in blue Benjamins to focus, I'm the only elite
Train for the Wimbledon, streets claiming my innocence
Damn
I swear this shit got me feelin' just like Sha'Carri
Talented and black, knowing most could never come near me
Dealing in industries insensitive to our feelings
In the process of adaptin', they after me tryna [kill me]
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