D.T.L.R. 2 (feat. Big Benz & KvnLee)
K-Beta MAX, I'm a monkey wrench in this shit
Spit straight facts, motherfucker get enlisted
I inched it a hundred yards over the goal line
Rusty old 9, but I know how to hold mine
My uncontrolled mind is a nigger-rigged weapon
It be locked and loaded when a nigga get to steppin'
To the A.M. go head and get to no no out the way and
Have at it as if I don't know how to say when
Until I'm totally satiated off of raw meat
Triple OG finally made it off the dark streets
Where the sidewalks tell stories, Hell calls me
It's blatant, Satan waiting with the cell for me
I'm making stride,s my sins live in these rap tunes
From when I was sleeping in gyms in public bathrooms
Had to assume liability and build to be
The force against lower self's intention of killing me
It's Big Benz, and I'm a mogul in the jungle
With enough game to tell Mowgli get up under my
Wing, you undermine mine, I fire nines
Tryna run the table and make you watch it like Viacom
Firestorm land on his head, he play with bread
No warning shots, we ain't wasting lead
Beating me? You got a better chance trying to spank the feds
Or survive a dive head first off of building ledge
When I was down bad, I couldn't get a placement
Now I got it made like I'm Special Ed
I earned mine, beast mode on the goal line
And I don't got a off switch, sucka, it's always go time
I used to rap just to rap, now I rap and get royalties
BMI cuts a check quarterly
Fruits of my labor 'til it spoils me
And you can have it to, follow directions like an orderly
Normally I give a smooth eight and roll off
But I'm on a track with a legend, I had to show off
It's KvnLee spittin' bars with my OG
If you never listened to my shit, get to know me
The hottest young brother coming from the DMV
Jet Life, I'm taking off trying to get this currency
Literally I be killing tracks, I'm in my bag
The haters are mad, I'm shooting shots they never had
Seizing opportunities, I never let it waste
That's why you see me eating, I'm trying to stack my plate
Leader in my blood, general I'm soon-to-be
Niggas be like Pennywise, ain't no one fooling me
I level up each day, there's so much to gain
Can't look at cropped pictures, find a wider frame
I'm restoring the will where the game flopped
The articulate MC is who they talkin' bout
I throw down when I rap, a chef in the kitchen
My bars cook in the oven, you better grab your mittens
Spit straight facts, motherfucker get enlisted
I inched it a hundred yards over the goal line
Rusty old 9, but I know how to hold mine
My uncontrolled mind is a nigger-rigged weapon
It be locked and loaded when a nigga get to steppin'
To the A.M. go head and get to no no out the way and
Have at it as if I don't know how to say when
Until I'm totally satiated off of raw meat
Triple OG finally made it off the dark streets
Where the sidewalks tell stories, Hell calls me
It's blatant, Satan waiting with the cell for me
I'm making stride,s my sins live in these rap tunes
From when I was sleeping in gyms in public bathrooms
Had to assume liability and build to be
The force against lower self's intention of killing me
It's Big Benz, and I'm a mogul in the jungle
With enough game to tell Mowgli get up under my
Wing, you undermine mine, I fire nines
Tryna run the table and make you watch it like Viacom
Firestorm land on his head, he play with bread
No warning shots, we ain't wasting lead
Beating me? You got a better chance trying to spank the feds
Or survive a dive head first off of building ledge
When I was down bad, I couldn't get a placement
Now I got it made like I'm Special Ed
I earned mine, beast mode on the goal line
And I don't got a off switch, sucka, it's always go time
I used to rap just to rap, now I rap and get royalties
BMI cuts a check quarterly
Fruits of my labor 'til it spoils me
And you can have it to, follow directions like an orderly
Normally I give a smooth eight and roll off
But I'm on a track with a legend, I had to show off
It's KvnLee spittin' bars with my OG
If you never listened to my shit, get to know me
The hottest young brother coming from the DMV
Jet Life, I'm taking off trying to get this currency
Literally I be killing tracks, I'm in my bag
The haters are mad, I'm shooting shots they never had
Seizing opportunities, I never let it waste
That's why you see me eating, I'm trying to stack my plate
Leader in my blood, general I'm soon-to-be
Niggas be like Pennywise, ain't no one fooling me
I level up each day, there's so much to gain
Can't look at cropped pictures, find a wider frame
I'm restoring the will where the game flopped
The articulate MC is who they talkin' bout
I throw down when I rap, a chef in the kitchen
My bars cook in the oven, you better grab your mittens
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Martin
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