Black Lamp
(Witdaheat, witdaheat, witdaheat)
(D-D-Dude rich, dude rich, dude rich)
(I'm witdaheat too, baby I don't need you)
(Mhmm)
Road to riches I been keeping tunnel vision I can't be slippin'
Switched up my image I could never beef bout these bitches I probably already hit it
Get you some money can't get nothing from me I get me buck give a fuck how I get it
You ain't gotta ask how a nigga livin' I just want the money stack it to the ceiling
I encourage Black Lives Matter but around my way niggas still killing
Wake to some new shit damnnear every day you don't know the feeling
Please don't call my phone nah I ain't chilling
Know imma do you wrong so don't be catching feeling
Ain't talking bout dealing wit' pain when I say a young nigga still dealing
I gotta keep it real really know niggas that killed
Beefing but ain't got no bills
Promise mom imma see a mill
Really know some niggas in the field
Putting niggas down no Benadryl
Dave why you leave that nigga hanging niggas in the past I'm standing still
Fuck a college I went to Toledo
I was locked in ain't need a key doe
Selling to my roomie on the d-low
Digging for the gold like I was Zero
Ask that nigga bout it I bet he know
Tell the real reason I don't fuck wit' you
No bread in my pocket ain't shit in my wallet I swear account on zero
And I pray that the kids get a hero
Waking up to the sound of a three-o
If you beefing wit' niggas ain't shit to say
Seen a nigga get kilt cause he was in the way
Girl don't give me your heart imma run away
Know we probably ain't talk in a couple days
I admit it I'm sorry for playing games
Give a fuck cause you needed to learn your place
And I'm just getting started I'm here to stay
Why would I compete if I won the race
Everywhere I go I know they watching
They like that young nigga think he popping
It ain't really like I had option stand on my ten toes if it's a problem
The Dondada hot man somebody stop him
Is we fucking or not bitch pull out the condom
Matter fact I'm laughing to the bank
Wanna hang with us, but niggas can't
Posted up somewhere niggas can't
It ain't shit to get a nigga yanked
They got me in the booth with witdaheat
Make your bitch run it back like she on repeat
You can't sit at the table can't get a seat
Why the fuck you keep staring you know it's me
I just murdered this beat to a third degree
I just feel like the best in the Burgh is me
I ain't arrogant nah I ain't being cocky but that's what the fuck it's supposed to be
(Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) (D-D-Dude rich, dude rich, dude rich)
(Witdaheat, witdaheat, witdaheat, witdaheat)
(D-D-Dude rich, dude rich, dude rich)
(I'm witdaheat too, baby I don't need you)
(Mhmm)
Road to riches I been keeping tunnel vision I can't be slippin'
Switched up my image I could never beef bout these bitches I probably already hit it
Get you some money can't get nothing from me I get me buck give a fuck how I get it
You ain't gotta ask how a nigga livin' I just want the money stack it to the ceiling
I encourage Black Lives Matter but around my way niggas still killing
Wake to some new shit damnnear every day you don't know the feeling
Please don't call my phone nah I ain't chilling
Know imma do you wrong so don't be catching feeling
Ain't talking bout dealing wit' pain when I say a young nigga still dealing
I gotta keep it real really know niggas that killed
Beefing but ain't got no bills
Promise mom imma see a mill
Really know some niggas in the field
Putting niggas down no Benadryl
Dave why you leave that nigga hanging niggas in the past I'm standing still
Fuck a college I went to Toledo
I was locked in ain't need a key doe
Selling to my roomie on the d-low
Digging for the gold like I was Zero
Ask that nigga bout it I bet he know
Tell the real reason I don't fuck wit' you
No bread in my pocket ain't shit in my wallet I swear account on zero
And I pray that the kids get a hero
Waking up to the sound of a three-o
If you beefing wit' niggas ain't shit to say
Seen a nigga get kilt cause he was in the way
Girl don't give me your heart imma run away
Know we probably ain't talk in a couple days
I admit it I'm sorry for playing games
Give a fuck cause you needed to learn your place
And I'm just getting started I'm here to stay
Why would I compete if I won the race
Everywhere I go I know they watching
They like that young nigga think he popping
It ain't really like I had option stand on my ten toes if it's a problem
The Dondada hot man somebody stop him
Is we fucking or not bitch pull out the condom
Matter fact I'm laughing to the bank
Wanna hang with us, but niggas can't
Posted up somewhere niggas can't
It ain't shit to get a nigga yanked
They got me in the booth with witdaheat
Make your bitch run it back like she on repeat
You can't sit at the table can't get a seat
Why the fuck you keep staring you know it's me
I just murdered this beat to a third degree
I just feel like the best in the Burgh is me
I ain't arrogant nah I ain't being cocky but that's what the fuck it's supposed to be
(Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) (D-D-Dude rich, dude rich, dude rich)
(Witdaheat, witdaheat, witdaheat, witdaheat)
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Writer(s): David Freeman
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