- Dej Loaf I Got It 歌詞
- Dej Loaf
- What up, family?
Tryna wake em up cousin I say R.I.P. to my cousin Tryna wake em up cousin [Verse 1] Walking devil, I be feeling like Jesus I dont know much about that Bible, never felt like I need it I told my mom that I got her, when I make it we even For all the years she took care of me and my brothers believin I miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me? I had so much shit to tell her, damn man, I still cant believe it We balling out, nah, we aint up in no bleachers You hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up yours speakers Cause we own now and we grown now First million, go and tell em its on now I still sip Arizonas And I do this shit for all of my loners Screaming to the top of my lungs like 'Mama, Imma make it' Gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience Just stay in your lane , fuck anybody hatin Love dont love nobody so dont worry about datin Just worry about Dej whether you singing or you rappin All these bitches got opinions Cause you fucking over half em Anybody want war it aint shit to get it crackin Cause nigga where Im from they use alleys for the caskets Im not tryna promote violence, a lot of shit be on my conscience Never been baptized, I got demons in my body And I pray from time to time, I be like 'Lord, get em off me' I just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money Dont nobody keep it real, half these rappers is phony They aint really getting money, pockets flat as my stomach I dont merge in niggas lanes, I got tunnel vision Fuck a buffalo stud no pun intended Its so hard, I still play it like Pun existed (Big Pun) Teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions Look, all yall fraud niggas, all yall broad niggas And most of em foul, thats exactly why I charge bitches My niggas put up buckets, pour some soul with it You got a team full of ball hoggers and soft niggas Scared to let your mans ball, these niggas Ken dolls Imma put me on then put my friends off Niggas try to talk to me, I put em in that friend zone Sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the Timbs on We be off the Hen-dog, dont chase it for nothing And you be on that bullshit, basically fronting Im basically running, anything go in front me Try to stop me, I go crazy, I get to clicking and dumping I probably leave a nigga boiling like chickens and dumplings Cornbread, cabbage, soul food, Ill blow up your muffin Fuck it, all I want is checks with them commas with no drama Respect, loyalty, money and power Round table, we gon eat like them mobsters Im a monster, this music shit it come so easy, I got it Bitch, I got it, oh, I got it Bitch I got it It come so easy, I got it I got it IBGM Yeah, we got it, we got it
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