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d why - return of king david lyrics

look, look, ah.
i’m not a rapper, told y’all i’m not a rapper
i’m a golden globe nominated actor, this is just a chapter
singing folk songs in my attic,
save those for after
i eat the game for breakfast,
right now i’m just snacking
what chick should i f-ck next?
tell me your favorite actress name!
it’ll be the walk of shame meets the hollywood walk of fame
i’m james dean meets waka flocka flame,
you don’t unlock the game
f-ck her so hard that she may never walk the same
only in compet-tion with myself i’m suicidal
do or die, the new american idol holding a rifle
baby jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a bible
i don’t pray for success, i just pray i never stay idle
if i wanted to be these other rappers i’d probably be ’em
if i wanted to see these others then i could see ’em
i know they thinking, but d, you’re up like europeans
they don’t be letting rappers up in the places we in
man i’m just trying to win,
tell me it’s now or then!
it’s whenever i feel,
don’t let me relapse again
don’t get me back in that benz,
don’t get me back to my sins!
don’t get me crashing the party unless you attaching a’
if i had one goal, one dream before it all ends.
it’s to die happy and make this real life look like pretend
and it means that enemies always make for the best friends
so i’m cool with everybody, but i hate everybody, amen!
money to the ceiling till the fan can’t even spin
they say, ‘d, your peers, what you think about them?’
‘i’m in a league of my own, they better leave me alone!’
it’s sad it took another man to make y’all get in y’all zone, hey!
check my resume,
i’ve been killing sh-t everyday
rap, folk, rock, pop,
i’ve been killing it every way
tours on tours,
man, i’ve been killing in every state
check the cleanest corner, we really killing it every day!
really’, you feel me, i’m busy, don’t call me, i’m sorry!
i’ll hit you tomorrow or when i’m having a party
cause only thing worst than not living the moment
is celebrating and realizing you weren’t a part of it from the start
sh-t, i’m half-hearted, half-tired of rapping and satire
f-ck b-tches like ‘ as i p-ss by her
f-ck your branding, f-ck your standing,
f-ck your underhanded compliments
i’d rather have some real accomplishments than all that nonsense!
hype, i don’t like it, i don’t try it, i don’t buy it
i work for mine and stay on autopilot, man i wait in line
f-ck a vip, i’m not trying to be too good for anybody
i’m just regular old d, regular old me!
the same young man who used to stay in the streets
writing graffiti, ducking, dodging police
young boy dave, also known as d-why-se
this is a ‘ of limitations mixed with freedom of speech
still fighting my own fight, still independent, still trucking
when the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
funny they think i’m something, really i’m still nothing
i guess i’m more than them,
but then again that don’t mean nothing
man i shake hands with these bloggers,
like “man, d the dopest guy”
then i send him my new sh-t, what’d i get? no reply
you ain’t get my email? wrong address, no postage
write my raps on sticky notes,
the only way i’m getting posted
young, loved, hated and broke, but i’m not hopeless
this is me right now putting y’all on notice
support quality or become irrelevant
that goes for anybody selling sh-t,
it’s just common sense
never said i was a rapper and don’t wanna be
some actors only do comedy or some only do drama, b
but some do it all like brad pitt, will smith
johnny depp, who i wanna be, real sh-t!
they say i’m too pretty for rap,
too street for rock ‘n roll
too country for pop,
b-tch, i’m on a roll out of control
you ain’t f-cking with the kid,
but these kids f-cking with me
got a taste of victory, now b-tch i’m hungry to eat
what you afraid of? what you made of?
better get your weight up
put on that make up,
girl gonna get made up, we should stay up!
life’s a kitchen, let’s bake up and get our cake up
then go to sleep and wake up, it’s all easy as a layup
they treat me foul, i’m out here starving,’ for a harvest
back in the ring, return of the king, shout out to martin
ain’t trying to go the hardest,
i’m trying to go the smartest
and when you think i’m finished, motherf-cker i’m just getting started!
name your favorite artist, fill in the blank
say their name out loud, go ahead, i’ll wait!
who’d ya pick? i don’t give a sh-t
truthfully, only thing separating me from them is opportunity!
and i ain’t gotta say it, they know i’m underrated
i’mma do these songs, and those songs and some of y’all gonna hate it
just know i write all my sh-t always it’s really me
rap was just the first step to killing this industry
i speak the truth in my sleep,
go to bed, leave the mics on
so f-cking fresh i could get dressed with the lights off
check the cleanest corner,
fashion week i got my sights on
watch my homie’s nikon turn me into an icon!
someone call up gq
this was just a preview
f-ck your blog, f-ck your review
i don’t need you!
bigger sh-t i got my sights on
watch my homie’s nikon turn me into an icon! d!

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