Caliph - Dummy

Look, I don't got to bang or sell weight

My everyday life is a fed case

Couple of monkeys up on my back

And I carry them all with the dead weight

She hit my line with the text game

Then hit the snap with a sex tape

I keep the D on silent so we only be f**kin' on Wednesdays

Woo, sheesh, I got to keep the s**t brief

In hell just to excel, ni**a just learning to breathe

Cold-hearted but it's ironic cause it's shit that we learned from the heat

Book smart but we only hear from the shit that we learned from the streets

And my ni**as in love with the cheese

And the thrill of the hunt of the beef

So thinkin' of f**kin' with Liph

You might as well play with the cousin of sleep

I don't play with the cousin of death

I just focus and run up a check

Reinvest it and double again

Keep an eye out and duck on the feds


I go dummy, low tummy

Get cash, more money

This the land of milk and honey

Nose runny, no funny

I go dummy, low tummy

Get cash, more money

This the land of milk and honey

Nose runny, no funny


I don't got to scam or hit licks

I physically fit the description

Black man on a hit list

Pin him for selling prescriptions

Call him for being an immigrant

Condemn him cause he ain't a Christian

He a Muslim, no s**t kid

Guess it's something you just had to mention

So Alhamdulillah on the bars

That's how I talk to the lord

Lately, I'm talkin' to Forbes and letting them handle it all in accord

I'm something like Bron' on the court

Difference is I had to wash up ashore

Ain't here to shut up and dribble at all

I'm crossin' the border to get it and ball

Okay okay, unhuh unhuh

They saw all the drip and came for the sauce

Couldn't get enough and came for us all

Turned us to slaves and got us involved

Okay okay, unhuh unhuh

Then colonization followed it all

Took all our land, robbin' us all

Then put all their friends as politicians

Okay okay, ah unh ah unh

Ni**a enough's enough

We got to do something bruh it's up to us

These ni**as is f**kin' up

You ni**as is runnin' up, on one of us

So why ain't you runnin' up

On the ones that are killin' us, prison us

f**k with the kid in us

Then they want to go f**k with a kid and nut (Hah!)


Dummy, low tummy

Get cash, more money

This the land of milk and honey

Nose runny, no funny

I go dummy, low tummy

Get cash, more money

This the land of milk and honey

Nose runny, no funny

Written by:
Abdou Doumbouya

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