D- Boy - Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko

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