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brand new - dee trigga lyrics

[intro]
lyrical g*nius, lyrical einstein
lyrical g*nius, einstein
it’s young d.t
the same n*gga that dropped ‘charity’
yeah, that’s me
n*ggas switched up, it ain’t nothing new (for real)
except for my outfit that sh*t brand new (for real)
i’m rolling up fire, i might burn you
got a lotta exotic up on my menu (zeezee)
hmmmm

[verse 1]
had to switch up the flow, my homey switched up on me for a ho
it ain’t nothing new, i thought you knew
i got the game on lock i left the keys in the door
you can come in if you want
survival of the fittest in the jungle, this ain’t no zoo
i’m a lion in these streets, you’s a monkey in a zoo
a dog*faced baboon (what the ah)
you ain’t my dog, shout out to zeezee that’s gee
they say, ”real rеcognise real”, we ain’t nеver seen you
they hate you d.t yet they idolise you
they watch every move you make
tryna break all the rules you break
nah, gee we ain’t the same, me i hope all my ruler straight
aim it at your face that’s a closed casket
see, i can smell a fake from a mile away
i’m in my own lane, i left the bullshyt behind me
i’m miles ahead, no sampa
young d.t’s really the great
i’m not perfect cause i make mistakes
but i can never snake my dog for a piece of cake
nah, bro i ain’t built like that, by broski pushing weight
tryna build like that
tryna buy a house, by selling an ounce
this traphouse filled of pounds
big up to broski for holding it down
these other boys are clowns for real
[hook]
aye, n*ggas switch up and it ain’t nothing new (it ain’t new to me)
except for my outfit that sh*t brand new (that’s new to me)
i’m rolling up fire, i might burn you (for real)
put you on a deathlist like a dish on a menu
they claim to be gang but they’ll betray you
acting brand new like we ain’t from the same hood
you no longer the boy that i used to know
you switched up on the boys, you ain’t the same dude (you ain’t the same, dude)

[verse 2]
i can never trust a n*gga nor can i trust a ho
on my mama’s soul, i will never trust a soul (but i trust my bros tho)
i keep it 1*0*0 that’s all i know
but they still did me dirty like some homeless man’s clothes
pull on my homeboy like “wagwan, bro”
you been acting like a broad that needs some tampons
desperate ass n*gga, i’m a desperado
a thug n*gga like pac, i’m an outlaw
and i know a few people that hate me
but that bullsh*t really doesn’t faze me (that’s facts)
i’m tryna get paid on a daily
baby girl come give me head and amaze me
amazingly, i don’t live to impress people
you get disappointed if you invest in people
most likely their intentions evil
my eagle eye looking down on you boys
while i’m souring through the sky
i’m a simple guy, i just spread my wings and get high (high)
i feel like lil hype, i’m a martian
chasing cheese dairy on daily i’ve been rushing to the money
from monday to sunday, whether rainy or sunny
bro get you some money cause people change
for a little change
he ain’t even getting serious money but he acting strange
i call him mr. hollywood
cause my man thinks he made it out the hood
[hook]
n*ggas switch up and it ain’t nothing new
except for my outfit that sh*t brand new
i’m rolling with fire, i might burn you
put you on a deathlist like a dish on a menu
they claim to be gang but they’ll betray you
acting brand new like we ain’t from the same hood
you no longer the boy that i used to know
you switched up on the boys, you ain’t the same dude

[outro]
you ain’t the same dude
like, like you ain’t the same dude
i’m a real ass n*gga
even though it gon take you time for you realise
young d.t, lyrical gee, you know what i’m saying?

- dee trigga lyrics

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