Churchill Downs (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
sh*t
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Long live Drakeo
b*tch
You know the truth

[Chorus: Duffy]
sh*t, we know the truth, we don't tell it to cops
We know the score, we don't argue with opps
n*ggas ridin' Harleys on the daily, they pay me to watch
New levels, turn it up again a whole 'nother notch
sh*t, we know the truth, we don't gotta explain it
OTM the chosen ones, don't get it mistaken
Bad b*tches buy us steak and lobster at the flyest places
You with a street n*gga, baby, this sh*t could be dangerous

[Verse 1: Duffy]
sh*t, I could use a vacation
Foreigns racin', chain dancin' on a daily basis
Time is money, what we on? 'Cause I ain't finna waste it
Step in my shoes, bet he fold in half them situations
Hmm, they say Duffy be trippin'
Funny feelings, I'm makin' wig-splitting decisions
On the dance floor, let's get jiggy
Pippy and Shanaynay, what's that? It's some sh*t with extensions
sh*t, why it seem like the real goin' missing?
n*ggas ain't know what we on, let's just be realistic
Shattered windshields, we leavin' 'em with broken spirits
First year, overlappin' n*ggas, but that's not to mention
Save them opinions 'cause we don't wanna hear it
You really tryna get paid? Then you should pay attention
Flu flammin', I need the uchies and I'ma go and get 'em
Free throw, wacked the n*gga, I've been feeling guilty
sh*t, free the important people
I'm just talkin' my sh*t, I'm hopin' my city feel me
Take a piece of jewelry from me, n*gga, don't be silly
sh*t, got it on me, I be darin' n*ggas
If they want, then we the supervillains
Servin' old n*ggas, OTM creating new beginnings
When it's war, we for sure in the front
Ask 'em what's poppin' in LA, n*ggas knowin' it's us
[Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
sh*t, we know the truth, we don't tell it to cops
We know the score, we don't argue with opps
n*ggas ridin' Harleys on the daily, they pay me to watch
New levels, turn it up again a whole 'nother notch
sh*t, we know the truth, we don't gotta explain it (sh*t)
OTM the chosen ones, don't get it mistaken (b*tch)
Bad b*tches buy us steak and lobster at the flyest places
You with a street n*gga, baby, this sh*t could be dangerous

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Fast forward a year later, time to turn pages
C-notes, I'm flu flammin', I need Ben Franklins
Ever since OTM appeared, it been stale faces
How you fightin' with the devil? Earth been feeling like Hell lately (sh*t)
A hundred K I blew through it, check the bank statements
They used to doubt us, now we pullin' up in E-Classes
First week with it already foreign whip crashin'
b*tch has expensive whips too, she like, "Yes, master"
Met the flu flammers, yeah, b*tch, the one and only
I'm outside, dolo stick pokin', who want me?
Droppin' piles on the floor like we back in Barneys
n*ggas straight di*k riders, [?] (sh*t)
n*ggas act retarded
You can't eat here, sorry, it ain't that type of party
Long live Mr. Mosely, we gon' keep it goin'
Ask that last n*gga, for surely put a hole in him
I choose my friends for real, I don't even talk like that
I'm coldhearted with a temper, why you walk like that?
You could've been cool, bro, but you lost that chance
Keep the truth alive forever, I do this sh*t all for you, gang (sh*t, for real)
We know the truth, that's the truth and the truth hurts
I walked in, laid a verse and left the booth frozen
First 20K off rap, sh*t, Duff, remember?
Fast forward, gettin' bigger, still sh*ttin' on 'em, ugh
[Chorus: Duffy]
sh*t, we know the truth, we don't tell it to cops
We know the score, we don't argue with opps
n*ggas ridin' Harleys on the daily, they pay me to watch
New levels, turn it up again a whole 'nother notch
sh*t, we know the truth, we don't gotta explain it
OTM the chosen ones, don't get it mistaken
Bad b*tches buy us steak and lobster at the flyest places
You with a street n*gga, baby, this sh*t could be dangerous