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Duce All
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Duce All
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December 16, 2025
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MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:45
Lyrics
Intro]
(Talkbox smooth)
Yeah... chronic in the air, lowrider switchin’ lanes
You thought you was hard, huh?
Now you learnin’ the hard way...
905 Steel City, baby...
[Hook]
Don’t judge a book by its coverthat’s a bad idea
Actin’ like you the shit? will have you runnin’ like diarrhea.
y’all ain’t gettin’ no raincheck.
Round here we don’t play with disrespect!
[Verse 1]
You pulled up to the spot with your fake-ass crew
Rented chain swingin’, tattoos brand new
Talkin’ bout “What’s poppin’? like you run these streets
But everybody know you soft as memory foam sheets
I’m posted in the cut, plain tee and Dickies
Sippin’ on somethin’ slow, mindin’ my business
You mistook the quiet for weak, that’s your first mistake
Real gangsters don’t announcewe just raise the stakes
You barked at the wrong tree, now the roots gon’ shake
Tried to flex on a legend, boy, that’s checkmate
Thought my calm was fear, nah, that’s self-control
One wrong stare and I’m emptyin’ your soul
[Hook]
Don’t judge a book by its coverthat’s a bad idea
Actin’ like you the shit? will have you runnin’ like diarrhea.
y’all ain’t gettin’ no raincheck.
Round here we don’t play with disrespect!
[Verse 2]
You seen the scars faded, thought the story was old
Didn’t know every line on my face worth more than your gold
Postin’ guns on the Gram, but they ain’t never barked
I keep mine off safety, walkin’ through the dark
You called yourself a shootercap, all lies
Last time you held heat was Fourth of July
I done did bids, lost homies, paid real dues
You playin’ gangster dress-up, pay-per-view
Tried to step to a vet, now your ego bruised
Fake tough guy runnin’ faster than bad news
Shoulda read the fine print before you signed up
Real ones don’t talkwe just line up
[Hook]
Don’t judge a book by its coverthat’s a bad idea
Actin’ like you the shit? will have you runnin’ like diarrhea.
y’all ain’t gettin’ no raincheck.
Round here we don’t play with disrespect!
[Bridge]
(Talkbox heavy, slowed down)
See, the loudest in the room usually the softest in the streets...
Real power don’t announce itself...
It just pulls up quiet... and changes everything...
Lesson for the fakers...
[Verse 3]
Now you on the phone cryin’, “It was just a joke
Homies laughin’ at youman, your cover got broke
I ain’t even touch you, just looked you in the eyes
And you folded like cheap lawn chairs in July
Word spread quick: don’t play with the silent ones
We don’t need the hype, results speak when the violence done
You still postin’ threats from your mama house couch
While I’m back on the block, no words comin’ out
Next time you see plain clothes and a calm demeanor
Remember this beatcould be your final subpoena
Fake gangster season over, real ones still breathin’
You judged the wrong book... now you barely believin’
[Hook]
Don’t judge a book by its coverthat’s a bad idea
Actin’ like you the shit? will have you runnin’ like diarrhea
