Aug 3rd (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (worldwide)
Yeah, yeah (don)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, the duty of youth is a challenge (This sh*t is a challenge my n*gga)
I'm drinking my pain for youth put ODed the gallons
I came up with gallons my n*gga, I came up, I drank from the youth of the fountain
These n*ggas be hating on me, and they mad, yeah they mad I'm exploring my talents
But f*ck 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
Brеak it down I'm like oh oh oh oh
All these n*ggas wanna stеal my sauce
But you can not obtain it
You gangster, yo sh*t entertainment
You not g so no please do not claim it
My n*ggas gone make it look dangerous
I might as well not entertain 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, yeah
Where that sh*t that you was talking
Von put em in a coffin
I'm ballin do this sh*t often
[Chorus]
Like Purple Hearted PHL
Purple Hearted PHL is on the way
August 3rd August 3rd August 3rd
Lil n*gga save the date

[Verse 2]
Gotta call from my dogs
They had a lil n*gga 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 f*cking manners
I can't put up with that, up with that, wassup with thatWhere the f*ck 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 what the f*ck 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 n*ggas fugazy
These n*gga be counter fit
These n*gga be acting it
But they ain't really bout the sh*t
See my brother was bout the sh*ts
He sending sh*t and 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 spoke 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 f*ck with it, f*ck with it, f*ck 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 yeah, 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
[Chorus]
Like Purple Hearted PHL
Purple Hearted PHL is on the way
August 3rd August 3rd August 3rd
Lil n*gga save the date

[Outro]
Like oh oh oh oh
All these n*ggas wanna steal my sauce