
Losing interest Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Lil duke on this bitch, nigga, know what the fuck going on, man
Turn my headphones up a little bit
One in the morning, brainstorming, me and my niggas money farming
You might see me laying dormant, that's cause I got some shit in storage
I was young, my mama always told me, boy, to eat your porridge
It's some niggas out here starving, they'll be happy to enjoy it
Niggas really want your spot, they don't know it take a lot
Take a look at what I got, It'll turn your pockets up a notch
Can't take it with you, when you go, that chicken start to rot
Tryna blow it all and run it up till I can't see the top
Niggas easy to influence, think I know just what I'm doing
My life just like a viewing, Jim Carrey playing Truman
Tryna do 30 things at once gotta realize I am human,
33 shots in that Taurus, gon' jam you not Ewing
Lock myself inside the booth, rather lie than tell the truth
Cause I fear what you gon' do, or what the truth gon' do to you
They like, Duke, boy you the truth, sometimes I don't feel like that shit true
To this life shit, boy, I'm new, tryna show the world what I can do
I'm in a different time zone
Remember I ain't used to have no iPhone
It was time we couldn't turn the lights on
Now my bitch snakeskin bag by a Python
Oh shit, snakes in the grass, get the lawn mower
Fuck it, Brodie grab the four-nick, gone and John Doe em'
I don't think they feeling what I'm saying, I'm gon' have to show them
Brodie on his last, and he a do em ' for some Rick Owens
20 years old, why I feel like I gotta watch the time
Take me back to when I was 16 when shit wasn't on my mind
You don't even got no time to rise and shine, you gotta rise and grind
Them yop bullets big as fuck, thought he got hit with Rasengan
Feel like I let this shit pass
I been feeling hella pain and I ain't talking six-paths
Been at this shit since 16 and I feel like my shit glass,
But another nigga just say some bullshit, then he just skip passed
Let's do this shit another night
Your words just like my kryptonite
I ain't the type to pick a fight
He tried to let it off, it jammed he had a different pipe
His fate was settled, shoulda went out on a different night
Better grab your cleats, boy
Better have that pape you want that feat , boy
know a dirty nigga that go and do the job neat, boy
You know another nigga that ran it up in Cross Creek, boy
Anything you did, it's folks that do that and they sleep, boy
Better tie your shoes, I don't make the rules
You want this shit, you gotta choose
See in this life you snooze, you lose, get up, go get this shit for you
Got real deal internal scars, that shit you said just left a bruise
Just cause you see em' with all the blues, that don't me bruh got all the clues
Just cause you see em' with all the blues, that don't mean bruh got all the clues
Shit
Everybody got they own views
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