Priorities
Okay
I'm 'gon make this nice and simple
I came here to make you limp
Maybe I'll cut off those legs
There ain't no room for walkers
Call this Walking Dead
Make things happen
Ain't no room for talkers
Now this fake don't come with stalkers
Maybe I should stock up on some lead
I was in a feature, in the same week dropped a single
Went and skipped the SoundCloud phase
And brought it straight to Spotify and Apple Music
So you'd lose it over how you need your YouTube views
Cause you know you're fake and yes
You know your family's fake too
Whoo!
Dee-Tee's back on the mic
Started in the basement now I'm taking flights
Got a lot of anger both past and present
Got a lot of hatred that's far from pleasant
But I'm back on the mic
Pin you down like a strike
Take 'em down like Big Mike
Cause the time was just right
Now I'm here to take flight
Got a birds eye for sight
Cause I just saw the light
Ooo!
Yeah you already know
He started with no idea but now your boy's the prince of the flow
Yah!
Ooo!
Aye!
Aye you wanna get it like me?
From a group home to the foster home
That's a mansion up in that OTT?
Only the start
I wonder who's gonna give a fuck about a white kid
Who struggled but he had a big heart
I wonder if all of these mumble rappers
Gonna stop mumbling and start making some art
Whoo!
Whoo!
I wonder if all of these mumble rappers
Gonna stop mumbling and start making some art
Taking out my pen
It's hunting season
I had enough so now I'm calling treason
I don't give a fuck, I'm not here to reason
Please understand nobody gives a fuck about your recent
Ooo
Tried to keep this to myself
But it's for the betterment of my health
Instead of staying rogue, finally gave up the stealth tactic
And I switched it to a hatchet
Now I'm beheading all these fools
With over inflated egos and it's madness
I said now I'm beheading all these fools
With over inflated egos and it's madness!
Don't bother trying to argue cause
You know it's me
Put my picture on everything I release
So you can look me in the eyes and realize
"Oh shit! He's making more than ME!"
Priorities
Authorities
Are you bored with me?
I think not
Fuck the people writing a story but they don't even
Know of the plot
Aye
Possible
I'm the messiah coming straight from the gospel
And I'm bout to prove you wrong
And know once I'm done this song yeah
I know it won't be long yeah
Before I achieve the impossible
Whoo!
I'm 'gon make this nice and simple
I came here to make you limp
Maybe I'll cut off those legs
There ain't no room for walkers
Call this Walking Dead
Make things happen
Ain't no room for talkers
Now this fake don't come with stalkers
Maybe I should stock up on some lead
I was in a feature, in the same week dropped a single
Went and skipped the SoundCloud phase
And brought it straight to Spotify and Apple Music
So you'd lose it over how you need your YouTube views
Cause you know you're fake and yes
You know your family's fake too
Whoo!
Dee-Tee's back on the mic
Started in the basement now I'm taking flights
Got a lot of anger both past and present
Got a lot of hatred that's far from pleasant
But I'm back on the mic
Pin you down like a strike
Take 'em down like Big Mike
Cause the time was just right
Now I'm here to take flight
Got a birds eye for sight
Cause I just saw the light
Ooo!
Yeah you already know
He started with no idea but now your boy's the prince of the flow
Yah!
Ooo!
Aye!
Aye you wanna get it like me?
From a group home to the foster home
That's a mansion up in that OTT?
Only the start
I wonder who's gonna give a fuck about a white kid
Who struggled but he had a big heart
I wonder if all of these mumble rappers
Gonna stop mumbling and start making some art
Whoo!
Whoo!
I wonder if all of these mumble rappers
Gonna stop mumbling and start making some art
Taking out my pen
It's hunting season
I had enough so now I'm calling treason
I don't give a fuck, I'm not here to reason
Please understand nobody gives a fuck about your recent
Ooo
Tried to keep this to myself
But it's for the betterment of my health
Instead of staying rogue, finally gave up the stealth tactic
And I switched it to a hatchet
Now I'm beheading all these fools
With over inflated egos and it's madness
I said now I'm beheading all these fools
With over inflated egos and it's madness!
Don't bother trying to argue cause
You know it's me
Put my picture on everything I release
So you can look me in the eyes and realize
"Oh shit! He's making more than ME!"
Priorities
Authorities
Are you bored with me?
I think not
Fuck the people writing a story but they don't even
Know of the plot
Aye
Possible
I'm the messiah coming straight from the gospel
And I'm bout to prove you wrong
And know once I'm done this song yeah
I know it won't be long yeah
Before I achieve the impossible
Whoo!
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