Lyrics International - Davy Fresh

I grew up a fucking screw up
Got introduced to the game
Got an ounce and fucking blew up
Packing grams overnight
The nigga Davy Fresh
Trying to turn into a young Frank White
On the highway, Late nights
Moving packs with niggas
Trying to gentrify my music
I can't rap with niggas
Out in dc, but look
I over lap these niggas
All these tough rap people
Just mad that I'm hot
I be all up in the spot
They ain't got what I got
I got a heavy chain on
Ain't take one rock
And I'm a fiend for the cream
I ain't taking no shorts
These rap critics On my dick
Gotta limp when I walk
They just hate the fact
I'm getting paid when I talk
We from the hood
We got homies on the block to burry
I'm the type to put some money
On your commissary
You the type to bite a hand
That feed a nigga
I'm the type to write the plan
That'll Free the niggas
I'm the highway
Only one that's gonna hold it down
I put it on the map
You never left your town
And I can name like 10 niggas
Running with my sound
I'll probably won't get the credit
Until I'm in the ground
I bought my moms some Diamonds
Just for her birthday
And now we sipping champagne
When we thirsty
I hope your team just ready
For the next play

Did you ever you think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have this shit?
Did you ever think that you would be the Don?
Have a neck with a bunch of lucky charms
Every city dipping in and out of cars
Having brunch with execs and the stars
Putting diamonds on my moms and my girl
Took this rap shit all around the world

Took the Highway all around the world
Took this rap shit all around the world
Took the Highway all around the world
Took this rap shit all around the world

First of the month
By next week it's a the worst day
Twisting a blunt
Got me thinking schemes
For the next pay
All this hustling it really got us
Wasting our time
Feeling like minimum wage
When you pushing a dime
Got a son
So I'm trying to spend time at the crib
Hope my father see me balling
He ain't did what I did
Got my son a passport
He ain't been where I been
I was the brick that they refused
Now I'm the building that matter
Every blunt that I roll
Is getting fatter and fatter
So I can lay me a verse
And drop some shit thats gon matter
Niggas know me
I'm the best off the fucking highway
You taking pictures with niggas
And look, I did it my way
Thank god we made it out
And got loose from the trap
So I can hop on the track
And niggas happy I'm back
They ever say my name
It better come with respect
And if you ever need some work
It better come with a check

Did you ever you think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have this shit?
Did you ever think that you would be the Don?
Have a neck with a bunch of lucky charms
Every city dipping in and out of cars
Having brunch with execs and the stars
Putting diamonds on my moms and my girl
Took this rap shit all around the world

Took the Highway all around the world
Took this rap shit all around the world
Took the Highway all around the world
Took this rap shit all around the world