Lyrics D- Boy - Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko

D- Boy

This one here man
Wrote this one for my niggas still trapped in the struggle
You know what I mean?
My niggas that hustle and get it, You know the fam don’t understand you
sometimes, man
But this how the fam eat, you know what I mean?
It’s what the hood taught us, man
It’s all we know
This is all I know, always be a d boy
Hustle in the streets, don’t understand me, I’m a d boy
It be me in the streets, where you don’t understand me, I’m a d boy
By any means tryna get that paper
Try to stop me, but I’m a d boy
Don’t know nothing else but that d
In the street
I’m a d boy
Hustlers but I’m good in the hood
Understand I’m a man, plus my hustle is good
Mama tryed to raise me right, I chose street life
Earn stripes late night, with the rifle talking right
Chacing paper, pulling capers, I was tought to get it
If making moves make the money, then I’m fucking with it
Full of liquor dripping wet, I be pouring more
With every move you can smell it dripping out my pours
A natural born killer, then that Yay hit
I gradguated from a thunder with my pay flipped
Took position in the kitchen, I’m the one whippin
The red Bloods show me love, I’m the one pitchen
Palms itchin while I’m grippin, I get no sleep
I’m never slippin, I blow heat
These packs and cash of plenty don’t bring joy
Now I’m on top, I’m the talk, I’ll always be a d boy
This is all I know, always be a d boy
Hustle in the streets, don’t understand me, I’m a d boy
It be me in the streets, where you don’t understand me, I’m a d boy
By any means tryna get that paper
Try to stop me, but I’m a d boy
Don’t know nothing else but that d
In the street
I’m a d boy
In the hood with me
Gotta get out, it ain’t good for me
But it keep clothes on my back, meals on the table
Imma keep grinding if I’m able
Dope statis in the hood, now they call me a kingpin
Receave it if you need it, the homie can get it then
Plenty guns, plenty funds, we move like an army clique
Talk shit, you get hit, we ain’t ones to fuck with
The plug delivered, packs fly through the mail
Got a bitch at UPS, she bring the package herself
Greesed palms, young don, such a vision of wealth
It don’t move till I say move, my mission is held
Worked hard to be in charge, damb if I lose it
Break my bread and shake the feds, probably put it in music
That’s my dream and my team, we go so hard for the cream
Since the 90s, like it’s never been seen
Block monster to a mobster, story written in blood
Too raw for the TV, but believe me it’s good
In every hood and every city, niggas just like me
A yolo soldier
This is all I know, always be a d boy
Hustle in the streets, don’t understand me, I’m a d boy
It be me in the streets, where you don’t understand me, I’m a d boy
By any means tryna get that paper
Try to stop me, but I’m a d boy
Don’t know nothing else but that d
In the street
I’m a d boy