Your Boy, SK - Dirty Prize lyrics

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Your Boy, SK - Dirty Prize lyrics

[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**ed 'em for free It's fine n***a my n***as down my n***as ride She fly n***a, she high with us, she feel the vibe It's on n***a my team kicking we on the rise My highs sicker my fingers twitching I see the prize [Verse 1] None of my n***as admit to defeat Jol with the squad hit me later this week Team is still with it we turn up like Meek n***as stay high when we riding the beats Dopamine OD G O's to OG's Sicker flows and dope green Cape of good dope steez Universe favour the Gods 'cuz we rolling Show us the plug bet a clip we'll be on it sh**ting on n***as who used to be in it Showing these b**hes 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** still Fam is still shocked hoping shxt is not real Doing my sh** while I'm rolling your wheels Seeing sh** diff' and my sk**s gonna k** Soul is still gold but know labels gon' ... b**h 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***as don't how to hustle, ya'll b**hing G Young n***as, in my team ya'll figured No bums, we the coldest in streets my n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3] Soul feeling old. They reckon I head for the dough n***as 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**hes who claim that they go In, n***as got ill vision My team feel it My dream sicker though [Chorus]