Cutmeoff
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
When y'all move with that talk you can miss me
Boomerang, throw it back, take it like a frisbee
I ain't playing hacky sack, i was on a college campus
They was looking 4 me but they know i'm catching all the lamps
Light yeah, its heat yeah
Light in the street, huh
Then you gon lose
Don't snooze when you sleep yeah
Watch out 4 yo back
Cuz they might jus come attack
You in yo bathroom
You don't know, nigga that's who do you
And it move thru, whole city crazy
Lately they been shooting niggas with they babies
RIP 2 Shaun, RIP 2 Wanny
RIP 2 Pete, that's my nigga homie
I'm reppin' 4 my city and i got it on me
And i tell a story, hope you see the allegories
I'll be Robert Horry waiting for my shot
When i catch it bet it drop
Nigga headed to the top
And they see me
I ain't got no Lamborghini
But i got legacy inside of me, yeah
I see the light it's right in front of me, yeah
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
Used 2 play round
On the playground
All my homies still
They stay down
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Switch it, switch it, switch it
Shmhm... huh? oh yeah yeah
Smoking on this juicy jay with some strawberry kiwi
It's pretty crazy
I ain't got no time 4 no apologies
How you got a problem, i got property
Eagles thinking they chickens, i see you hawking me
Hate from a birds eye, spotted me
Honestly you shoot 4 the stars and target me
Labels say that it's impossible 2 market me
But free is all i know how 2 be
Anything else it'd be hard 4 me
Spilling out awkwardly
Recognize other guys are in another class
Broke but i'm in the 1% when it come 2 rap
Soufend on my back
Soufend on the map
Catch me on my bike, fanny pack, with a strap
All work, no cap
Catch me on my bike, fanny pack, and a strap
All work, no cap
I ain't giving out dap
BLQQBLQQBLQQBLQQ
Rell Be Free
Noah
Mead Street, TLG Family, yeah
Springtime
Cutmeoff
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
When y'all move with that talk you can miss me
Boomerang, throw it back, take it like a frisbee
I ain't playing hacky sack, i was on a college campus
They was looking 4 me but they know i'm catching all the lamps
Light yeah, its heat yeah
Light in the street, huh
Then you gon lose
Don't snooze when you sleep yeah
Watch out 4 yo back
Cuz they might jus come attack
You in yo bathroom
You don't know, nigga that's who do you
And it move thru, whole city crazy
Lately they been shooting niggas with they babies
RIP 2 Shaun, RIP 2 Wanny
RIP 2 Pete, that's my nigga homie
I'm reppin' 4 my city and i got it on me
And i tell a story, hope you see the allegories
I'll be Robert Horry waiting for my shot
When i catch it bet it drop
Nigga headed to the top
And they see me
I ain't got no Lamborghini
But i got legacy inside of me, yeah
I see the light it's right in front of me, yeah
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
Dolemite, hold the light 2 my face, yeah
You don't like what I write, what I say, yeah
Give a fuck whatchu want, that's okay, yeah
Got some toys in the trunk if you play, yeah
Used 2 play round
On the playground
All my homies still
They stay down
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Switch it, switch it, switch it
Shmhm... huh? oh yeah yeah
Smoking on this juicy jay with some strawberry kiwi
It's pretty crazy
I ain't got no time 4 no apologies
How you got a problem, i got property
Eagles thinking they chickens, i see you hawking me
Hate from a birds eye, spotted me
Honestly you shoot 4 the stars and target me
Labels say that it's impossible 2 market me
But free is all i know how 2 be
Anything else it'd be hard 4 me
Spilling out awkwardly
Recognize other guys are in another class
Broke but i'm in the 1% when it come 2 rap
Soufend on my back
Soufend on the map
Catch me on my bike, fanny pack, with a strap
All work, no cap
Catch me on my bike, fanny pack, and a strap
All work, no cap
I ain't giving out dap
BLQQBLQQBLQQBLQQ
Rell Be Free
Noah
Mead Street, TLG Family, yeah
Springtime
Cutmeoff
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Writer(s): Jerrell Davis
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