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DJ Drama

LEGIT

 

LEGIT

(album: Back On Dexter: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape - 2023)


I'm in the D, baby
What up, though?
Take a look at all this ice on
You know me
I go ghetto gold every time
(Damn, Dooder, you made this?)
DJ Drama

Nobody wanna be like you when they get older
In the club tag-teaming bottles, being big holders
It's lonely at the top, but you won't know, 'cause you ain't built for it
My son spoiled, don't like nothing else but Rick Owens
Billionaire ties, got a sponsor by Rihanna
Four-band bag, it say Loro Piana
In one night, I used to make twenty-six thousand
I don't wanna hear a sentence, you won't add another comma
Drake, tell Canada I'm tryna be a citizen
Let me set up shop, it's right across the street from Michigan
Shopping spree Pay, I'm 'bout to come and scoop Christian
I'm 'bout to have a rep at Somerset tripping
Still support the Pistons even though they ain't been winning, though
I don't get the name, 'cause everybody see me in the Ghost
Fuck mancala, I got marble on the kitchen floor
Need a chandelier, hang my chain on the ceiling, bro (Gangsta)

I live the life of a queenpin, cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks, but I went legit
I live the life of a queenpin, cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks, but I went legit (Shout to Payroll)

I'm legit, but they think that's a load of shit
'Cause my kit worth a load of bricks, went from broke to rich
Wanted me a 'Vette, bought one and now I'm over it
Bought the Benz, but this winter, I might Rover it
Tell that ho get over it, I found myself a colder bitch
Her watch tell you that her nigga really sold some shit
How I talk, you can tell a nigga know some shit
Can't show your face around your city 'cause you owe some shit
Move 'em by the hundreds, Cuban 'bout a hundred
Pistol by the stomach, gotta move right when you getting money
Shooters got a budget, guards when I'm in public
This the price of fame, really this what come with when a nigga crib your diamond chain
I used to send yams out in Canada, now I got fans out in Canada
Boy, that shit make-believe, I can't be a fan of you
Been fucking up the game for a while, I got stamina

I live the life of a queenpin, cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks, but I went legit
I live the life of a queenpin, cameras on the crib
Trackers on the whip, 41-millimeter wrist
Rosé bottles for my clique, whole team rich
You would think I got it off the bricks, but I went legit

(Gangsta Grizzillz)

done

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