Dallas (Freestyle)

I was riding in the coupe down Ledbetter station
Fresh fade on me bro shout out to young nation
Pull up on my niggas Duce Tre and lil Haitian
Then jet to the mall need a fit for the occasion
Juice got me loose man I swear I'm feeling drunk
And them speakers going loud man I swear them bitches thump
Two 15's might break a nigga trunk

But the whole neighborhood gon' hear me pullin' up
Vibing to the parks mall cop a pair of Jays
Big checks popping tags 'tryna be fitted for days
Man Gucci Loui Fendi Prada I'm stuck in my ways
And your girl staring at me too like she stuck in a daze
Yeah, I be balling out
She wanna go back to the crib and show me what she's all about

I'm a king in the presence of a peasant
Quit calling my phone you can serve me in a second
Slow loud bangin' pull up and Imma clap back
Oh shawty got a body yea Imma tap that
Shit serious I ain't nothing to laugh at
Lucky I don't blow the spot like I'm fucking with black cats

I'm from a city where these niggas don't give a fuck about life
The city where the police forget to read you your rights
The city where they never banging a blood or a crip
The city where they never winning a championship
I'm from Dallas don't call it a jungle call it a palace
Hottest in the world none of you niggas is a challenge
I'm spending every night in the studio

And move more drugs than the big pharmaceutical
And likely
Niggas where I'm from will stomp you out 'cause you don't like me
Niggas where I'm from will stomp you out just for your Nike's
Dallas goons with some jean shorts and a white tee
With nothing to loose but county buildings and some shoes
Black forces and trues
Paying dues
Bad news
I'm a



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Writer(s): Jaymill Cornelius
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