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your boy, sk - dirty prize lyrics

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[chorus]
said it don’t matter just show me the work
look at my grind shxt came straight out the dirt
look at the gods in my team
you fiend for the vibe we bringing the heat
they said simmer down we k!lled ’em for free

it’s fine n-gga my n-ggas down my n-ggas ride
she fly n-gga, she high with us, she feel the vibe
it’s on n-gga my team kicking we on the rise
my highs sicker my fingers twitching i see the prize

[verse 1]
none of my n-ggas admit to defeat
jol with the squad hit me later this week
team is still with it we turn up like meek
n-ggas stay high when we riding the beats

dopamine od
g o’s to og’s
sicker flows and dope green
cape of good dope st–z

universe favour the gods ‘cuz we rolling
show us the plug bet a clip we’ll be on it
sh-tting on n-ggas who used to be in it
showing these b-tches we only mean business

soul leaks thicker than drinks with the coe in it
and bro’s before those who spread those for the whole unit

[chorus]

[verse 2]
how ’bout we throw you a tip
never get lit the same time that you sip
bottles and bottles in bottles no chill
grams of the dank smoking all that sh-t still

fam is still shocked hoping shxt is not real
doing my sh-t while i’m rolling your wheels
seeing sh-t diff’ and my sk!lls gonna k!ll
soul is still gold but know labels gon’ …

b-tch you know me i stay strapped with some rollies
diesel my wrist is so flames, aye
chain for the slave who made all of these dope beats
loud is the strain so we bang aye

city boy shxt ain’t no struggle been bitter
n-ggas don’t how to hustle, ya’ll b-tching
g young n-ggas, in my team ya’ll figured
no bums, we the coldest in streets my n-gga

[chorus]

[verse 3]
soul feeling old. they reckon i head for the dough
n-ggas been watching from outside
been whipping my shxt for the dark side, like
smokers still bringing loud clouds all around town
and i found out how shxt go down, so it’s on now

i thank god for the trees, and the papes
do it in the mirror never really with fakes
the better the more that we smoke it
tripping in flows that come out as the coldest
we could get lit right in front of the ocean
show up the b-tches who claim that they go
in, n-ggas got ill vision
my team feel it
my dream sicker though

[chorus]

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