Listen to Prodigy (feat. Lil Durk) by Lil Duke

Prodigy (feat. Lil Durk)

Lil Duke

Hip-Hop/Rap

502 Shazams

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Matt, what up? Woah 6:30 AM, street life 48Hz Nonstop Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless Bust down a Rollie and that's perfect timing Lately, been on the low, I been grindin' I want this shit, I'm for real And I won't stop until I get a mil' I'm only runnin' with real Came from the bottom, I stood in the field These guns automatic, fully or semi I know that they envy, YSL trending Drip all the way from my head to my toes Remember them days I was kickin' them doors This is the life that I chose Look at they face, I pulled up in that Rove' Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless Street shit, keepin' it trill for 'em I kept it too real for 'em I fucked the lil' bitch and she famous Can't say shit, 'cause she still goin' Niggas can't come where I hang at, that shit'll get real for 'em She like to get fucked in her anus and like to get spit on Same money I spent on my pound Same money on them Rick Owens Talk about me when I'm not around And the same people ain't got shit goin' I'll knock your top off, I'm hot as hot sauce, yeah Took her to Top Golf Treat me like a mob boss when I'm with my gang Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless 48Hz Taking 'em down when I'm down Every time I gotta hang around them killers Every time I gotta hang around them killers Every time I gotta hang around them killers
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Matthew Robinson, Martinez Arnold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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