Prodigy lyrics

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah, yeah
Matt, what up?
Woah
6:30 AM, street life
48Hz
Nonstop

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me
And them n*ggas, 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 n*gga, you say that you love me
You better not lie to me
f*ck on your b*tch and I pass her back
Don't wanna keep the b*tch
Hop in a foreign, these n*ggas 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

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Bust down a Rollie and that's perfect timing
Lately, been on the low, I been grindin'
I want this sh*t, 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'
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Yeah, yeah, they talkin’ down on me
And them n*ggas, 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 n*gga, you say that you love me
You better not lie to me
f*ck on your b*tch and I pass her back
Don't wanna keep the b*tch
Hop in a foreign, these n*ggas 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

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Street sh*t, keepin' it trill for 'em
I kept it too real for 'em
I f*cked the lil' b*tch and she famous
Can't say sh*t, 'cause she still goin'
n*ggas can't come where I hang at, that sh*t'll get real for 'em
She like to get f*cked 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 sh*t 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
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me
And them n*ggas, 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 n*gga, you say that you love me
You better not lie to me
f*ck on your b*tch and I pass her back
Don't wanna keep the b*tch
Hop in a foreign, these n*ggas 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

[Outro: Lil Durk]
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