Surrender - Duwap Kaine

Put me on this Earth

He put me on this Earth, yes, he put me on this Earth

God put me on this Earth to get this green, get this green

God put me on this Earth to help my team, help my team

God put me on this Earth so I get on my knees, get on my knees

God put her on this Earth so she on her knees, so she on her knees

God put me on this Earth to do good deeds, deeds

God said slow down and stop sipping that lean, please

Got a

from the seventies like it’s Grease, Grease

And you know I’m anti, I don’t fuck with police, nah

And let me tell you one thing, I’m about my cheese, no rat

I’m serving all the pack but I ain’t talking 'bout Scat

I pass the gun and then watch him hop up out the back

Every time I take a break, they like, «Damn, Duwap, he back»

A real project baby, I feel like I’m

I’m fucking on your ho, that street nigga payback

I’m shopping with my broke friends, and they like, «I won’t pay that»

Shut the fuck up, ain’t nobody ask that

Bad lil' bitch pulled out the latex

You stupid ass bitch, why you chiefing past that?

Sliding that night, you gon' get that late text

That «Is he dead?»

text, «Oh he got hit with K» text

I’m smoking dinosaur, I might be smoking T-Rex

That choppa

my pockets on Tee Grizzley

I’m shooting with AR but in love with Kel-Tec

She saying that she wet

Boy you a bitch, you not a threat

I got killers in Carver Village

I got niggas in Carver dealing

And my grandma from the Westside

Westside, the best side

Still raised on the Southside

Baby girl, got that mouth wide

Niggas snitching, got they mouth wide

Go to church but I’m paying my ties

I was down bad but never needed a ride

She love my music and she say that I’m fine

Seeing the street life when I was five

Bitch nigga, don’t come on this side

See you in person, go eye-to-eye

Don’t let me catch an opp, nigga, on this side

Getting too high, every day I’m fried

Going through shit, got shit on my mind

We so tight, yeah, we got a bond

She only want me 'cause I ball like LeBron

Do I text back?

Should I respond?

She doing dumb like she went blonde

I’m a real artist, not a con

Got too much money, paying bonds

Smoking out pound, smoking out tons

I fuck with the kids, hope you raising funds

and the shit was

Hollow tip pop off his Corona mask

Drive through Atlanta in a damn C-Class

Dropped out of school, don’t wanna see class

My nephew, he bad

Real trap nigga, I don’t pay for ass

My nephew, he bad

Where do I start?

I’m all about cash

My shit so crazy, lil' bruh

Never in a drought, we just go dumb

Police real mad, they don’t know nun'

My niggas, in the head, they fucked up

All they thinking 'bout, redrum

I don’t got no money, temper tantrum

Too many sticks and we pulled up in a Phantom

Wock' and Tris, I dropped in my Fanta

I told my nephew I’m the real Santa

She eat healthy so eat my banana

When life hit hard, man, you gotta man up

Life hit hard, man, run them bands up

Put your guns up, I ain’t got my hands up

At my show, niggas got their hands up

Police kick the door down, «Put your hands up»