Billboard Lyrics - Lil Duke

[Intro] 

Smokin' Cali Weed 

LA Vibes 

Wheezy in this bitch with me 

[Hook: Duke] 

Mama we made it to billboards 

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it 

They told me stay focused, stay real boy 

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy 

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy 

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money 

When I was broke 

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny 

Now I'm at three years on my dick 

Ran that shit up, now we rich 

We put that money right before a bitch 

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits 

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist 

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist 

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[Verse 1: Duke] 

You want a feature gon' cost you a brick 

Thugger he gave me a shot now I'm in 

So tired of losing can't do nun but win 

Every day wake up, I gotta get in 

Pray to the lord and I stay on my ten 

Free my niggas locked in the pen 

We sip the lean and pour out the seal 

You niggas so fake, you don't know nothin' bout real 

Labels keep calling, they want me to sign 

Talk to my voicemail, I don't recognize 

Came from the streets, I was sellin' them pies 

Bitch you so fake I can see it in your eyes 

I'm not a graduate not from DeVry 

You over here but you playing both sides 

When it come down I know you ain't gon' ride 

I started selling and they started buying 

Cooking them burgers and fries 

No Christmas Eve, I surprise 'em 

See me in public, come try me 

Run up, I cock it and fire 

See it, I buy what I want 

Eat that lil pussy for lunch 

I'm her lil Clyde, that's my Bonnie 

We steppin' out and we stunt 

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[Hook: Duke] 

Mama we made it to billboards 

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it 

They told me stay focused, stay real boy 

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy 

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy 

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money 

When I was broke 

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny 

Now I'm at three years on my dick 

Ran that shit up, now we rich 

We put that money right before a bitch 

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits 

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist 

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 

Man somebody shoulda told 'em that this shit'll get real 

That this shit'll get real, that this shit'll get real 

When you young and havin' things dog this shit'll get real 

Man this shit'll get real, man this shit'll get real 

And no I ain't just getting started boy, I been in the field 

Stacking hundred dollar bills 

Ridin' with some young niggas that know how to kill 

Lil bitch saying that she won't 

Let her hit the KK once, now she will 

Ya'll remind me of Jack and Jill 

Ya'll was up, now you going down the hill 

I don't ever put my weed up in a blunt 

Don't act like you don't know no better 

And don't ever ask me to borrow no dope 

Then act like you don't owe no cheddar 

And shorty keep blowin' up both of my phones 

Cause with me her pussy get wetter 

Just spoke to my bro who's in the hospital 

I really do hope he get better 

For sure 

[Hook: Duke] 

Mama we made it to billboards 

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it 

They told me stay focused, stay real boy 

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy 

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy 

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money 

When I was broke 

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny 

Now I'm at three years on my dick 

Ran that shit up, now we rich 

We put that money right before a bitch 

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits 

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist 

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist 

[Verse 3: Dave East] 

Jump out that foreign with paper plates 

I don't got the time to take a break 

Gorilla without wearing Bathing Ape 

Gold on my neck like it's eighty-eight 

Smokin' Skittles, bunch of painkillers 

Think about quitting like day to day 

I love New York, this ain't Flava Flav 

Fresh out that Porsche, I'ma take a plane 

Dolce Gabanna, the pants suede 

I keep a drum like a band playin' 

How you hatin' if your man made it? 

Presidential rollie, bitch I'm campaignin' 

I'm in the field like the special teams 

Sellin' records now, I was sellin' green 

That bitch ain't know I was gon' sell a dream 

Before she woke up I took everything 

I done did some niggas dirty 

Trafficking sour and Fergie 

I prayed to god for a birdie 

I would kill for it, now it's billboards 

All of her bottoms is bloody 

These niggas act like they love me 

I'd rather codeine than bubbly 

But I had to chill, that shit fucked up my stomach 

I made it 

[Hook: Duke] 

Mama we made it to billboards 

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it 

They told me stay focused, stay real boy 

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy 

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy 

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money 

When I was broke 

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny 

Now I'm at three years on my dick 

Ran that shit up, now we rich 

We put that money right before a bitch 

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits 

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist 

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist