[Intro] Ha ha, I'm back! This shit like ridin' a bike baby Hey, shout out to Fat Joe and Scott Storch It's Dax! Ha ha!
[Verse] They say I remix songs, cause I can't get on They did wrong, more spins than a CD-ROM The dick long, from a distance they can see me calm I'm headstrong, more influence than Lele Pons, Koran! And you can put that on the Bible If I ain't a God to these niggas, then I'm a disciple Either way you flip it, I done turned into an idol So the niggas I would listen to done turned into my rivals Yeah I do this for survival, do this for respect Living legend on my stomach, I predicted I was next Unfazed by the game, got it tatted on my neck So I ain't listening to words unless they written on a check Yeah you better come correct, if you try and call me corny You would say it on the internet, in person you the homie I already know these stories, all guts no glory Give a fuck about a hater, 'cause I made my own trophy Anyways, I'm a straight raptor Black man, a slave master I slit past ya, too smart for white pastors That kidnap ya, rape kids, then bring back to the whole pastors Say they hate black rappers See, that ain't prime time news Could rap real but my shit wouldn't get no views I need zeros on my check, just to feed my crew So real rap, I look back when the world comes through You see my niggas don't dance, they shoot guns Some go to school, some rap, some hoop some Some got a kid cause a condom was a loose one And had another kid, but was broke and had to choose one Some got a job at working 9 to 5, struggling to stay alive Get back home at 6 then leave at 8 to working overnight Get a car to work to hit a lick and then be down a ride And pull up on a nigga, shoot him quick and then be down and drive Whoa, it's a fucked up world (fucked up world) I can't even go church they tried to fuck my girl (fuck my girl) I said whoa, it's a fucked up life (fuck!) I can't make a new friend, they'll try and fuck my wife So I stay down, 10 toes, all grip (all grip) Don't shoot guns, but the bodyguard got one on a hip Real shit, I don't carry cash, just plastic Niggas rob you then they'll try and stretch yo bank like elastic Do flips like gymnastics, my raps be the classic When I drive, don't stop, I can move through the traffic Try and put me in the casket, bounce back like the basket When I'm balling on these niggas, I'm LeBron with the passes Your career be molasses, you ain't moving, you static Got it started in the basement, now I'm living in the attic Know it sound tragic, niggas think this is McDonalds's You can't fuckin' want it how you have it
[Outro] Where you at! Back to back! Keep working! Don't let these niggas detour you What ever your dream is, go grab it! You're already here first It's Dax!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
