Dirk Nowitzki
Shit been looking rough, but i'm gon' live a better life
God gone hook it up, he told me in my prayer tonight
I been cooking up, it's pressure in the air tonight
I keep looking up, i'm ready I ain't scared of flight
Niggas say i'm wilding, but really i'm prepared to fight
But I still be smiling, i'm here until I handle my
Problems all my mileage was driven by that scammer life
But it's perfect timing, don't wait until this candle light
Blunt full of OG, in a city full of niggas tryna hoe me
Then again, nigga fuck what they told me
Ain't about what niggas saying, can they show me?
How he say he got them bands but he owe me?
He be flocking off them xans moving slowly
Niggas picking up they mans, tryna zoe me
HBK, go tell a friend, bet they know me
If he shooting, then i'm bussing back
Tell BIG K to tote the pack just like a running back
Then we go back to the stu to make a hundred tracks
N808 ain't on the beat then I ain't touching that
(I swear to God I ain't touching that)
And I still pray for better days
I had to get up out the streets so I can make a way
I know some niggas in too deep that they can't take away
My steppas knock you off yo feet, you better shake and bake
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
Oh, some times feel like Yak, woo stripes on my back
I ain't tryna get these racks, them shits come like gnats
Every dime is on my mind like I need all my tax
Okay fine I broke her spine now I can't call her back
Nah, you lost your mind I need all my racks
Know my shooters come in time they tote all them straps
We get money, he on live, we be counting stacks
That shit funny how he lied, that boy counterfeit
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
N808 ain't on the beat then i ain't touching that
N808 ain't on the beat then i ain't touching that
Hell nah
Hell nah
God gone hook it up, he told me in my prayer tonight
I been cooking up, it's pressure in the air tonight
I keep looking up, i'm ready I ain't scared of flight
Niggas say i'm wilding, but really i'm prepared to fight
But I still be smiling, i'm here until I handle my
Problems all my mileage was driven by that scammer life
But it's perfect timing, don't wait until this candle light
Blunt full of OG, in a city full of niggas tryna hoe me
Then again, nigga fuck what they told me
Ain't about what niggas saying, can they show me?
How he say he got them bands but he owe me?
He be flocking off them xans moving slowly
Niggas picking up they mans, tryna zoe me
HBK, go tell a friend, bet they know me
If he shooting, then i'm bussing back
Tell BIG K to tote the pack just like a running back
Then we go back to the stu to make a hundred tracks
N808 ain't on the beat then I ain't touching that
(I swear to God I ain't touching that)
And I still pray for better days
I had to get up out the streets so I can make a way
I know some niggas in too deep that they can't take away
My steppas knock you off yo feet, you better shake and bake
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
Oh, some times feel like Yak, woo stripes on my back
I ain't tryna get these racks, them shits come like gnats
Every dime is on my mind like I need all my tax
Okay fine I broke her spine now I can't call her back
Nah, you lost your mind I need all my racks
Know my shooters come in time they tote all them straps
We get money, he on live, we be counting stacks
That shit funny how he lied, that boy counterfeit
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
My brother wake me out my sleep so we could wake and bake, yeah
Ima tell him how these hoes was lame today
I pour up promethazine and sip the pain away, yeah
Dirk Nowitzki, that's how I fade away
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
N808 ain't on the beat then i ain't touching that
N808 ain't on the beat then i ain't touching that
Hell nah
Hell nah
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Writer(s): Caleb Williams
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