DaLyricist Lyrics

Everyone forgets you, that shit normal when you die

The way I wear all black, you'd think I'm formal all the time

If you a op-, then you're the only fucking mortal on my mind

Said I'm a dead man walking, I'm immortal in my mind

I just sparked my wood, now it's a portal in the sky

Mama said she wants grandkids, so I gotta find a wife

I can't right none of my wrongs, so I find a way to write

I can't write none of my songs, I still find a way to write

Sell shit with the Celtics out in Boston

Niggas wanna go get jewelry, on boss shit

Take a trip with a bad bitch out to Laughlin,

Ask her does she ever do this often

I need a piece of you, no toppings

Dunk the bitch off the backboard, then lob it

Is she a shooting star? I guess that makes me a comet

Niggas rap about killing drugs, bitch, it's shit common

Ask a nigga what's his hobby, he said robbing

No Batman, but he robbed fellow black man

Kicking doors like Jack Chan, like he that man

He got bullied one day and brought his backpack

Michael Jackson on these niggas, he a bad man

Went home, never told shit like it was that bad

Went on the media, hit him with a hashtag

Yeah

I'm smoking on the dead, I'm coming for your head top

Dropping niggas left and fucking right like they dead stock

Run like Sonic's hedgehog, can never be found

In the hood like he was dead stock

No remorse for the shit he did, you know he dead wrong

Hit him with a left and then a right and then a headlock

It's crazy that this type of shit, that make y'all niggas head nod

I don't drink liquor, baby, go and past the eggnog

If it's too deep, nigga, go on to the next song

Fuck all night, yes, I know the sex long

When I started, I had waves, now they turn to dreadlocks

Right when I had busted, I felt her legs lock

Listen up real closely to what I said, huh

Okay, what I said, huh

All white, tee, not a crease , but it's brand new

All white jeans on me, but the black cool

Yo bitch first name is Field, so I know that she ran through

You can do whatever you niggas want because I can too

I wasn't finna let you spend the night, but I ain't that rude

I was finna hit it raw, But I ain't that dude

My bitch not a city girl, but like to act rude

Yeah, I got a pump for Ricky and a fucking tac too

Hit your bitch from the front, yeah, that's what tax do

Hit your bitch with a blunt, nigga, that's what shak do

If three niggas coming through the door, then nigga, act cool

Beat the nigga in the argument, that's what facts do

You niggas represent trash, you a raccoon

If you challenge me, you gon' end up like the last dude

Focus on your future, nigga, don't focus on the past, dude

My white girl bought her dad a surprise, a black dude

Took it to the room, but I told her I'mma shy dude

I took a nigga bitch a few times, but I ain't tried to

Put the cuffs on her, scene looking like a crime, too

My dick so good, I done made a bitch cry, too

Turn the lights off, my music, what she ride to

If you was bonnie , I could be your motherfucking Clyde, too

You like a bank account, take it out and put it inside you…