Duplex lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom KENNEDY]
I don’t argue over dumb sh*t
Back of Barneys top floor on my lunch sh*t
Chicken salad don’t mind that we here
Make a purchase or two then we disappear
[?] hand rug
Exec mindset and thug
The Jay 305 [laminates?]
Ooo I see they got you standing in
Slide me the Crown kid
This sh*t poison like Bell Biv DeVoe
These little rappers can’t f*ck with me, I quote
I trained ‘em all like Freddie Roach
You want a building start banging
Guess that’s the cost of being famous
I remember you was more cool than that
I used to be around the ones that could shoot craps
My n*ggas ran out with the Ralph outta TJ Maxx
Creatine in the beats let me hit the abs
Buy yourself a duplex get your chick a Jag
I got the next hundred years yea it’s simple math
f*ck what you claim this rap sh*t is lame
Don’t even own nothing not even yo name
Can’t go through formulas the label gets paid
6’1” and a half and I don’t play no games
[Chorus: Dom KENNEDY]
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Kings handle business we don’t pout about it
If nothing else, make sure the ounce exotic
I live in the mouth of goddess
Walk around looking like a house deposit, uh
Too many n*ggas, had to bounce, was crowded
If only all these daps could amount to product
Uh, I guess I’m guess I’m wishful thinking
I never compromise my brand with risky instincts
Might cuff the whole plate
Oversize tees youngins [?] the whole K
Businessmen sitting business class
Six hour flight and I slept the whole way
Don’t hate doggie, be better
I don’t dwell ‘less I [sea dwella?]
I’m on bullsh*t time
Arm warmed up, out the bullpen flying
[Chorus: Dom KENNEDY]
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style
Don’t copy my style