war stories plus running in Rippon so high float and dippin it’s like my soul was missing To die was my mission motherfuckers down the street ain’t listen And all the sudden I got the permission to Beat these pussies into submission who the fuck gave me the commission fuck it I took it I’m hitting splitting bitches ain’t making no deals being broke to have no money Ribs touching and people looking at you funny you don’t know how it feels and Im never going back Like NBA but I swear to God I ain’t going back Rap is gay it’s just not the same I feel like it’s industries full of nothing but some Homo lames do you like to play gamesI Yall should be ashamed or stoned and chained these kids just buy it up so fuck it I know you’re going to feel my pain and I want to change I said 99% of the rap game sucks and I ain’t come in here for the box I’m just trying to change it back back in the bucks trust Back then when the paper used to Just stack with real rap bro beef and real scraps but then one day changed ever since that day I’ve been deranged riding in my range in the rain Shit half the World got to feel my pain but it’s OK it’s OK we get paid we get paid fuck you flip the script on another subject what’s up with bitches acting like they love someone Just shut up and fuck him and if you feel necessary tip them and buck them screw it it’s a double standard delivery I can prove it I want to be true wanna be real but it’s like my girl Accuses me like she already knows it’s true no evidence nothing but some woman’s intuition got my girl tripping n bugging and bitching Why the fuck can she not just listen Got me ready to snap hotter than a fucking flame I get money fuck the fame you got dope I got cocaine I don’t use this shit I’m sober make it money man and if I’m Getting it why lie I get high why not I just Smoke a little more than pot Step to my face and I don’t care how shit changed you will get dropped if I can’t beat you you will get shot It don’t matter if it’s 96 youll go out just like Pok but half his gangster probably a fucking straight Wanksta but all you hoes try to get my Doe Yall each digggin your own hole I told you I chop off your hands if you stole that’s why I don’t help no one I’m just Dolo and when I get all the cash yeah I’m just solo if I don’t love you then fuck you and I don’t love much so shut the fuck up and pass the blunt third degree Cedar Street is where I’m from Where motherfuckers out here are dying for crumbs dying for guns-mostly dying from drugs fuck it it is what it is and it does what it does Yall seen me on my last run yeah it was rough was so high that I was floating tripping hallucinwasating dipping straight out of commissionI just couldn’t get the deal I couldn’t feel That I was missing something in this life that was real Someone you love so much youd rob and steal definitely kill I’m not a killer but don’t push me pussy Have you ever been neglected disrespected or were you the rich kid with real nice parents in a real nice marriage that was protected Parents that never projected not hating I’m just dissecting the difference between some of us I didn’t fuck with you then and i don’t fuck with them now My heart is cold and I hold it down Unless I’m taking food out of they fucking mouth Draining they whole bank account going to take what’s mine DT money must shine don’t forget my name if u do my inmate number is 50395