Rock Out - DC The Don

They took that nigga X

I’m starting to think a nigga next

All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard up on my chest

When i’m walking out the house i always gotta wear a vest

Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they gone try to snatch my neck

Know it’s niggas that’ll kill me for some power and respect

But i know his soul is empty, I don’t blame him for the stress

But you supposed to be here with me, I don’t think you gave your best

Just don’t forget them casualties don’t equal to a fucking check

That’s why i grind hard go and get it if i want it

Said fuck the league, I’ma make it with no diploma

Mama proud of me, she finally doing what she wanted

She said, «Finally, 'cause DC is doing what he promised»

Bitch I got problems, see i’m coming it’s stupid if he want it

Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that bitch up with the cheese on it

Yeah i got baggage just like you but mine got double c’s on it

Bitch i’m so tired of blessing you, you gone have to go sneeze on it

I got extra beans on it, Heem got hella steez on it

Powell, no Celine on it, strip the scene on it

I been on the low, don’t nobody know

I been ducked off on my own, tryna make these pockets fold

But the industry been aiming at my head top

They tryna take me off my shit tryna take my dead stock

Bitch I’ma make yo fucking bed rock (I'ma make it rock)

Ayy, you fucking with a rockstar nigga (Rockstar)

Girl, you fucking with a real trap nigga (Trap)

Tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga (Said I’m on his ass)

Where the fuck yo hall pass lil nigga?

(Where the fuck is it at?)

Get up off my territory, Tarantino terror story

Because I’ve been blind, so many taking before they give to me (Fuck)

Said you love me twice, but don’t act like that it don’t make no sense to me

Gotta double back, gotta bring it back

Gotta bring more sense to me

Who can live like that?

Got a knife in my back you ain’t never been kin to me

Bae what’s on your mind?

I know you schemin' on the low

Gotta get the backend for my show

Collecting my check, then back on road

Gotta put VLone on my clothes

Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace, got hickies on my body oh yeah

He said he don’t want smoke, he want static

Bitch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic (Grr-aah)

Bitch we love them choppas they say I’ma addict (We love all them choppas)

I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that, this shit a habit

Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out

Cop out or get socked out, rock out with our Glocks out

Real thorough nigga, I ain’t slipping, bring the mops out

And I’m swerving, switching lanes, keep the 30, I ain’t bowing out

So far gone

It’s been way too long

It’s been way too long

And i can’t feel my toes in the snow

No i can’t feel my toes in the cold

I’m all alone making plays in the snow

Don’t say that you miss me it’s gets old

I know that she can, I know that she can

Talk bullshit like you play with me, nigga stop fuckin' playin' with my heart

So sick and tired of niggas tryna play me

At the end of the day, my nigga, it don’t matter 'cause, what’s real gon'

prosper, I ain’t never did shit but pray for my motherfuckin' life

One hundred