Dizzy to Earthlings

Listen, listen
Listen, listen
I'm not the one you wanna fuck with
We can one versus one like it's nothin', ay
Got the drop on ya crib in case you bluffin'
So I can pull up end your gramma like a suffix, ay
They don't like me on the blogs, but head banging 'til concussion
You know I won't self destruct, niggas like that just push my buttons
But I got words for 'em its community discussion
I'm disgusted

I do not believe that this is your jam
I do not believe that this is your, your, your, your
I do not believe that this is your jam
I do not believe that this is your, your, your, your
This your jam, huh
You ain't putting your hands up
You ain't putting your hands up
You ain't putting your hands up

Hold up wait, y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with Dizzy?

I just smoked some dope and it wasn't enough
I just dropped three albums and it wasn't enough
I hit my money dance when they usher me funds
I'm a under ground king don't need no love in the club
What more I gotta prove to you
Discography unusual
I did that with stress through the roof
And obstacles like hoolahoop
Waist deep, I'm waist deep
So fuck y'all niggas I'm a space being

I do not believe that this is your jam
I do not believe that this is your, your, your, your
I do not believe that this is your jam
I do not believe that this is your, your, your, your
This your jam, huh
You ain't putting your hands up
You ain't putting your hands up
You ain't putting your hands up

This your jam, huh
You ain't putting your hands up
You ain't putting your hands up
You ain't putting your hands up...



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Writer(s): Deen Chase
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