Dyme-A-Duzin - Genius Freestyle 017 lyrics

Just another day of painting pictures spittin' scriptures aye If I died tomorrow I'd forever be that n***a aye I will never put no Xan or lean up in my liver aye I am from New York I'm not these bammas that we imitate Get it straight, n***as love to dab and hit them folks But I'm from crack viles, blocks of broken gla** and missing folks Cop hara**ing us the most Ducking wagons, getting low But coming where I'm from and looking at us now, you wouldn't know This ain't gentrified or hipster, chickens fried, and n***as broke Shrooms and acid sh** is mad we wasn't having this before Iron horses with a fire breathing dragon in my coat He want the bread he get the toast I hope his a** is with the smoke I finesse on every track they feel the pa**ion in my quotes They surprised I'm on their roster b**h I'll pa** I been this dope They was shady now look at the aftermath, I'm in their scopes Was sunning cats before a crown dad hat was in a store n***a You knew I murdered this before you heard this sh** Bodied the bag, toe tags and church services You heard of this lyrical verbalist, slash herbalist The wrath of these cold blooded verses are merciless Been in my Birkin I'm certain this what my purpose is She just want a purse from a rapper her man worshiping Splurging on the perks you can't purchase it Funny how she curved me in the DMs but in person I'm inserting it Woooow, I'm back in my bag These freshman n***as not in my cla** I'm like a dark skin Curry, from the East Still slick like Dickies with the crease Desiigner on my feet In a Yacht a couple thotties on the beach Reeking for the Herb is in the leaf, n***as know that Paak Since 21 been a savage you ain't know that, facts This Lil Uzi that I carry make ya Kodak black