Dusty

Lyrics

Yo, peep the scene, another night in the city that never sleeps

See 'em lurkin' on the corner, pockets runnin' deep

Always talkin' big, but the pockets stay thin

Frontin' for the ladies, but they never truly win

Got that cheap cologne, that fake-it-till-you-make-it grin

But the real ones know the truth, where do you begin?

No C-notes in the wallet, just a couple of lint

Yeah, you know the type, tryin' hard to sprint.

Hear 'em chattin' loud, about the whips they don't own

Claimin' they rich, but they live in a broke zone

Every story they tell, man, it just feels wrong

Stuck in the struggle, singin' the same old song.

Dusty, Dusty, that's what we call 'em on the block

Watchin' the clock, hopin' for a come-up, it's a shock

Dusty, Dusty, ain't got no paper, no chips

Just got that sad story rollin' off their lips

Dusty, Dusty, can't even buy a soda pop

Talkin' that talk, but the money always stops.

See him at the club, tryna look all official

But he's sippin' water, ain't got no dismissal

From the bill that's comin', man, he always plays it slick

Askin' if you got an extra twenty, real quick.

Always got an excuse, why he ain't got the bread

Talkin' 'bout investment, right over your head

Man, we see right through it, word up, no cap

Still tryna holler, caught in the same old trap.

Hear 'em chattin' loud, about the whips they don't own

Claimin' they rich, but they live in a broke zone

Every story they tell, man, it just feels wrong

Stuck in the struggle, singin' the same old song.

Dusty, Dusty, that's what we call 'em on the block

Watchin' the clock, hopin' for a come-up, it's a shock

Dusty, Dusty, ain't got no paper, no chips

Just got that sad story rollin' off their lips

Dusty, Dusty, can't even buy a soda pop

Talkin' that talk, but the money always stops.

No disrespect, but you gotta earn your keep

Can't be ridin' coattails, while the real ones sleep

Gotta grind hard, gotta stack your own dough

Or stay forever Dusty, watchin' the money flow.

Dusty, Dusty, that's what we call 'em on the block

Watchin' the clock, hopin' for a come-up, it's a shock

Dusty, Dusty, ain't got no paper, no chips

Just got that sad story rollin' off their lips

Dusty, Dusty, can't even buy a soda pop

Talkin' that talk, but the money always stops.

Yeah, Dusty... that's the word.

Gotta get your paper, word up.

New York knows the score.

Stay hungry, not Dusty.

Get away, man.