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dfc music - on it lyrics

intro:
(cl-ssixs beatz!)

verse 1: (jai)
while these n-ggas fade, i’m in the kitchen baking
drop a verse just to go and bring the cake in
curls on splash like the water, laking
pop a n-gga, leave em burnt, call it bacon
you was never f-cking with my camp
dfc, for the c, i’ll bring the champ
bad b-tches, i smile, leave em’ damp
air forces on white, that ranch
or that miracle whip, they want that lyrical sh-t
they say we don’t spit, want statistical sh-t
hypocritical sh-t, cause they spit some invisible sh-t, then go back to the typical sh-t
i don’t get it, but it’s off my head
n-ggas ain’t with it unless they online, throwing threats
like nah nah
drastically, i’m fantastically, k!lling emcees dramatically
k!lling parts of they anatomy, you ain’t that bad to me
my n-ggas keep them rockets, me i keep that bag with me
cause if i hit ya back fast, you’ll see you’ll have no chance to come back at me

chorus: (bri)
if we talking bout’ the grind, my n-ggas is on it
if we talking bout’ them flames, my crew is the hottest
if we talking bout’ them opps, they running like sonic
my n-ggas ain’t johnny, but we all keep them rockets
if we talking bout’ the grind, my n-ggas is on it
if we talking bout’ them flames, my crew is the hottest
if we talking bout’ them opps, they running like sonic
my n-ggas ain’t johnny, but we all keep them rockets

verse 2: (bri)
i’ll smoke a n-gga like a newport, then go to newport
and serve a knick like it was new york
all these sl!ck n-ggas with that new talk, let it rip
sidewalk, new chalk
man these n-ggas like b-tches, they want the attention
can’t show em’ affection, not even honorable mention
your bars is like (bad wi-fi, got no connection)
my bars going sky-high, out of this dimension
words is too smooth, i’m finnesing
and i’m poking n-ggas, ain’t no wrestling
leave that n-gga holier than heaven
#1 in the draft, like no selection
these haters say they like me then they don’t man, they be iffy
say they’ll do something, no you won’t b-tch
come and get me!

chorus 2: (bri)
if we talking bout’ the grind, my n-ggas is on it
if we talking bout’ them flames, my crew is the hottest
if we talking bout’ them opps, they running like sonic
my n-ggas ain’t johnny, but we all keep them rockets
if we talking bout’ the grind, my n-ggas is on it
if we talking bout’ them flames, my crew is the hottest
if we talking bout’ them opps, they running like sonic
my n-ggas ain’t johnny, but we all keep them rocketsbri

verse 3: (bri)
no medicine, but this been a drill
i be shocked as sh-t, no electric eel
you’s be making moves slower than a snail
while i mounover like a f-cking sail
going through my thoughts i swear its the hardest
stay in streets, or college, what one is the modest
collecting this knowledge, i spit like a faucet
n-ggas acting thotish? leave him holy cottage
taking em’ out, cause i swear these n-ggas garbage
i’ve been in my zone, ignoring all the nonsense
brushing up on my music, the sh-t is getting polished
hating? you need to stop it
cause the grind sh-t, i’m on it

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