DC The Don - Aug 3rd lyrics

Yea The duty of youth is a challenge (This sh*t is a challenge my ni**a) I'm drinking my pain for youth put ODed the gallons I came up with gallons my ni**a I came up I drank from the youth of the fountain These ni**as be hating on me And they mad Yea they mad I'm exploring my talents fu*k all that hoopti who You can never catch me in a hoopti doo Ima bring it right round like a hollu hoop Tried to come by the gang I'm like who is you Break it down I'm like Oh oh oh oh All these ni**as wanna steal my sauce But you can not obtain it You gangster Yo sh*t entertainment You not g So please do not claim it My ni**as gone makе it look dangerous I might as well not entеrtain it Cause my brodie gone see what you saying Then pull up on you and yo mans Now you soft and you changing yo language Nah Where that sh*t that you was talking Von put em in a coffin I'm ballin do this sh*t often Like Purple Hearted PHL Purple Hearted PHL is on the way August 3rd August 3rd August 3rd Lil ni**a save the date Gotta call from my dogs They had a lil ni**a on speaker phone They crying and shouting right thru the phone I'm yelling like wtf is going on They telling me the homie just got cancer And the doctors couldn't find no answers But he sleeping laying in the stretcher Now I'm finna lose my fu*king manners I can't put up with that Up with that Wassup with that Where the fu*k my cousins at Ain't no luck with that Can't with that You mean to tell me lil bruh ain't coming back? Like wtf do you mean? That's my little brother That's my little king We was best friends trapping thru east Now his last days is on machines Like that sh*t is so crazy That was my day 1 since a baby When I was down couldn't nobody else save me Cause the rest of these ni**as fugazy These ni**a be counter fit These ni**a be acting it But they ain't really bout the sh*t See my brother was bout the sh*ts He sending sh*t & Everyday we getting lit That was his Favorite song Had that sh*t as my ringtone Whenever he would call my phone But we ain't talked in so long I left my lil Brodie in the Mil alone Now He ain't coming home It's like Oh oh oh oh oh Can't no one replace my lil brudda But yea I gotta go get for him I gotta go get it I gotta make up for the days he ain't living for him I gotta make it for my mama Know she tired working for impostors She want Lil Daij to be a scholar Know she wanted me to be a doctor But I can't fu*k with it fu*k with it fu*k with it Ma I'm on some other sh*t Like Wassup with it Sup with it I Gotta choose music I'm in love with it Like yea Ima get us out the Mil Move my family to the hills No more Asking for a place to fill All the wounds I made then Ima heal Like Purple Hearted PHL Purple Hearted PHL is on the way August 3rd August 3rd August 3rd Lil ni**a save the date