Dagger Lane Operatic Society Lyrics

I was still getting money in the pandemic

Teach you how to stack a thousand, that's a band clinic

I got the kinda style that you can't mimic

I'm authentic with the pen it's not a damn gimmick

His and hers trans nickels in the tan Civic

While my cousin cook the soundtrack like Alton Brown

And I know my my presence felt when I'm not around

Ran around the corner from the Bean, shout to Watertown

I'm not exactly up but I'm far from down

50's on the scale while my brother put his daughter down

And we would meet behind the Arby's, pull the car around

Hundred pounds of purple back when Curt would hose the garden down

So much paper it was hard to count

Graceful but I'm trained to be hunter like a Scottish hound

And we would all protect our brothers like we guard the pound

Dialed in the polished sound

Fetty in the molly that's a party foul

All cap when you get to writing that's a proper noun

Free the G's behind the glass like a jar of loud

Checking if they had what I was missing like the lost and found

I built a strong foundation with the carbon rounds

Now I got my cake I'm eating too, I'm not apologizing

We started as a mom and pop to now monopolizing

You accepted less than what you're worth, I'm not for compromising

How could you stop a tyrant

Water up and down the block like they popped the hydrant

I got my chakra widened

I'm too aware, so now the rarest shit is not surprising

Careful but the posse violent

I'm the quasi-giant

Bag the brother sister that's a family of four

Cramming in the Porsche and I'm slamming all the doors

In some pants you can't afford hoe