Deuce Deuce by Swellthy Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Young nigga deuce deuce
I was born in 9-2
Used to stay in 2-9
Till' the fam had to move
Moved out to C'burg
Put me out of my groove
Young fella straight nerd
A's and B's was fuel
When I got my first C
I ain't know what to do
Dad whooping my ass
Even if I had a 3.2
Straight clown in Class
I was trying to be cool
Shit didn't work out with my Parents had to go cruise
Me, Moms, and My bro
Took a trip to Salisbury
Never thought I'd see us
Living out in Maryland
I just wanted to be merry
Had a culture shock
On my way to band class
A nigga asked me to cop
Looked at dude and said nah
I ain't fucking with that
Started making these beats
Kicks, Snares, and Hi-Hats
Music then was all snaps
I got hip to Boom Bap
Rap about real life
Kevin Brown and all that (uh)
[Chorus]
Young Nigga Deuce, Deuce (Deuce)
I was born in Nine Two (Two)
(x4)
Relocated to the A
Where I first got play
Niggas from GA
Fucks with me times tres (tres)
Thought my raps was cold
But that just wasn't the case
Had to step up my flows
If I wanted to be great
Fast forward to right now
I graduated last May
Last week my first steps
Father time don't play
Keep on making this shit
All my hair going to turn grey
A lot of shit on my plate
That's nothing though that's fate
Thank the Lord for London
Rest in Peace to Pop Pop
Stay in tune with your fam
Man we're all that we got
Music's got my in a trance
Damn this shit sounds hot
This niggas say their so cold
But I'm saying their so not
Singing
Rest In Peace Irving Lawrence Polk Sr., Your Grandson; Swellthy
Young nigga deuce deuce
I was born in 9-2
Used to stay in 2-9
Till' the fam had to move
Moved out to C'burg
Put me out of my groove
Young fella straight nerd
A's and B's was fuel
When I got my first C
I ain't know what to do
Dad whooping my ass
Even if I had a 3.2
Straight clown in Class
I was trying to be cool
Shit didn't work out with my Parents had to go cruise
Me, Moms, and My bro
Took a trip to Salisbury
Never thought I'd see us
Living out in Maryland
I just wanted to be merry
Had a culture shock
On my way to band class
A nigga asked me to cop
Looked at dude and said nah
I ain't fucking with that
Started making these beats
Kicks, Snares, and Hi-Hats
Music then was all snaps
I got hip to Boom Bap
Rap about real life
Kevin Brown and all that (uh)
[Chorus]
Young Nigga Deuce, Deuce (Deuce)
I was born in Nine Two (Two)
(x4)
Relocated to the A
Where I first got play
Niggas from GA
Fucks with me times tres (tres)
Thought my raps was cold
But that just wasn't the case
Had to step up my flows
If I wanted to be great
Fast forward to right now
I graduated last May
Last week my first steps
Father time don't play
Keep on making this shit
All my hair going to turn grey
A lot of shit on my plate
That's nothing though that's fate
Thank the Lord for London
Rest in Peace to Pop Pop
Stay in tune with your fam
Man we're all that we got
Music's got my in a trance
Damn this shit sounds hot
This niggas say their so cold
But I'm saying their so not
Singing
Rest In Peace Irving Lawrence Polk Sr., Your Grandson; Swellthy