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last ones - duvy lyrics

[intro]
(mhm*mm*hm)
they thought i ain’t gon’ make a dollar (make a dollar)
murder in front the door, only thing i thought of (thought of)
when you left, i jumped in streets, that where my heart is (my heart is)

[chorus]
‘member they had me out ridin’ alone (yeah)
hustle, had it hard on my own (yeah)
money, the only thing i’m chasin’ (chasin’)
we did some sh*t, that what it is, life can’t erase it (yeah)
you know it’s duvy from that block, like bro ain’t have much
n*ggas ain’t really drill for real, they ain’t meet my standards
how come when they gave you questions, you gave them answers?
not a lot be solid, man, i feel like we the last ones

[verse]
mix every drink with codeine
why you ride around to get left on the scene?
we turned this sh*t around, they family wanted peace
don’t bleed out, get some help (get help)
my life, i’m livin’ h*ll (is h*ll)
know all my brothers real (they real)
we winnin’, can’t you tell? (for real, though)
we know you need someone to vent to
they’ll play you once, can’t let them try you
they said this sh*t get hard to deal with (deal with)
f*ck what they said, i’m hood rich (hood rich)
drop racks up on the left wrist (my left wrist)
blame the drugs, i can’t feel sh*t (yeah)
don’t need no friends, you know i got my bloodas ’til the end
pop a x, bloodas go, n*ggas get stretched
the way i’m mixin’ designer up, say i got the money sent
i know it be hard to get a hold of ’em, where that money at (you dig that?)
we made some come right back
love the beef, all that
blooda said, “where they at?” need a next, roll a next one (frrt, yeah, next one)
you know we don’t play by rules, after this, gon’ need a next gun (a new*new gun)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
‘member they had me out ridin’ alone (skrrt, skrrt)
hustle, had it hard on my own (yeah)
money, the only thing i’m chasin’ (money, the only thing)
we did some sh*t, that what it is, life can’t erase it (nah)
you know it’s duvy from that block, like bro ain’t have much
n*ggas ain’t really drill for real, they ain’t meet my standards (my standards)
how come when they gave you questions, you gave them answers?
not a lot be solid, man, i feel like we the last ones (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro]
mix every drink with codeine

- duvy lyrics

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