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david bonds - eclipse lyrics

[intro: david bonds]

yeah, so big shoutout to my nigga arman man
mr. sparks and my man jakob campbell
we came along way but we still going
you feel we still pushin’
and uh yeah that’s how we rockin’ nigga
that’s how we do it on this cype- pa ha fuck
hahaha… yeah
this is for all my niggas right here

[verse1: david bonds]

nowadays seems everything a joke
single mommy stressed out
all the kids are losing hope
and all i can do is pray get a sermon
and while i’m warming the hearts with good music
nigga hope i don’t choke
see because if i do choke i rather die by the rope
for dealing with the bullshit
rather smoke some weed and cope
a lot of shit has changed
b-tches fucking with me and i’m getting money
doing shows getting hella noticed staying high
maintaining hella focus keep on rolling up
blow another one muthafucka best believe i’m growing up
and the goings tough
bragging about your baby dad’s and that child support
like b-tch i don’t give a fuck
you talking’ that shit and it came back to me
lost some bad b-tches, got some bread
now they ran back to me
niggas are actors i guess they need an academy
my team vicious, red dots all over your face like acne boom
everyday i wake up bake up
and think i wouldn’t be rapping if it wasn’t for jakob
he said we gon’ keep going hard
like no matter the stakes bruh
just keep your head straight pray to god and have some faith huh
but what the fuck is faith i just got over my depression
fuck a turn up pockets don’t believe in no recession
look where i was a year ago just to get the message
exhale the bullshit never trust a b-tch the heart has been tested
i seen the youth and told em’ do good and they respected
but the method wasn’t excepted
until the congress rejected the best
the worst of em’ all i’m out here chopping the beats
until they like divorced parents, nigga separate
me and jak are brothers ya’ll don’t want it more than us
we want the bad b-tches and champagne on the tour bus
then come back and bring back all the bros on tour with us
ya’ll think it’s just me and jake but there’s more of us
and we dressing in black to stay cl-ssy
it’s a turn up now everything is blue chucks and grey khakis
got a couple b-tches and they all baddies
and we ain’t her parents, she call my niggas daddy yeah
ya’ll waiting nigga we’ll just cool it in the lobby
if you want to be famous all you gotta do is copy
i’m shaking god’s hand [?]
obvious niggas is throwing diss tracks
like nigga find a hobby yeah yeah
and we posin’ for the posse
yeah nigga taking cameras no paparazzi don’t give a fuck

[outro: david & jakob]

- david bonds lyrics

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