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don kali - dwmtm freeverse lyrics

[verse 1]:
them street demons can’t reach me through the beat up in my headphones
so they coming through as the baddest b-tches instead homes
fathom how a n-gga left behind can think ahead broke and fed bogus by the feds
hoping he gon’ sell dope
b-tch i’m on a sailboat
b-tch i ain’t for sale floating on my own drifts of how to navigate this h-ll hole
flames to the ark caught praise to the charred top
new black carter, that’s praise to the dark thot
if subject was cl-ss, n-gga throw me on the pay roll
haters are like gl-ss, and i really need a break so
catch me with that bat and i ain’t talking bout no wayne tho
get me in a wax, i can show you what this cave for
i spit a fat stack see you spit a fat chance
while you straight with that lacking and i’m straight with that advancement
advanced sh-t
this ain’t no game boy this is grown man sh-t
this is where you putting down that saber for the pen
staying stable for the fans
feeling fabo cause you can’t get like me
unless you stretch your personality lengths and widths
that’ll make your f-cking head split
make your f-cking head split
trying get like me you see you’ll leave your friggin’ head split
back to the basics they packing faces for days to come
f-ck it i’ma’ waste it on a jacket, j’s, and jaden cuts
and it’s f-ck what anyone gotta say bout it tho

[verse 2]:
if you ain’t f-cking with the kid it’s f-ck you and yo mama dawg
9 months in that tummy and she had you on that ramadan
starving you of all that’s raw
now you like that glossy pop
cut these n-ggas off cause
these n-ggas wanna f-ck
these n-ggas in the b-tt
jeez n-gga i’m
paula deen on you grill
n-gga want a little collard greens with that meal
n-gga wanna f-cking call it meek when he still
bragging
and yapping like the n-gga snapping
that collar and leash make you kneel
armstrong or not you ain’t real
if you ain’t calling shots for yo deal
if i calling shots i’m gon k!ll
n-gga i’m fye as f-ck on the low
with a rugged lions coat on my back
my fam done lost control of my soul
and they probably ain’t getting that back
better know i don’t hang 10 with that sack
see
that hustle game is deep waters son
but i’m bout rinse all my innocence in it if the system stay arid
i wanna ball
& i’ll be eating like my tummy elastic
this n-gga have his stomach working like a bucket of acid
-now
do i have to rap like a tub of f-cking mol-sses just to have my music stick and just
slowly become a smash hit? please
miss me with them keys cause the key to this game ain’t looking white or green
but i took the key to this and swallowed it
so up against a closed door i’m breaking locks off it

- don kali lyrics

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