Disctopia

Lockdown, duck cover
Niggas slipping up like margin butter
Last man stand, there are no others
Time to split the scene, that's on the double
Blackout
Bout to do a show and it's packed out
They don't really like it when you act out
Stay lit, make hits like I'm Pacquiao

Mode just went survival, no more chances
I'm bout to finish my rivals
That's not a typo
In for a thrill like psycho
Sleeping on me, need to lay off the NyQuil
All that hate can't sit well
No sales, need to get out of retail
We can't fuck cause your feet smell
Self aware, pay attention to detail

Too much bars, I need bail
I fuck up the track, can't derail
Way too hot, been through Hell
I do what you do on a big scale
Never fit in in the background
If I said it, ain't takin back now
All charged up, can't max out
Mix up the beat with guitar sounds

Gotta gear up for the breakdown
Clocked in, I ain't takin no breaks now
No take out, just take down
Ass up then she putting her face down
I'ma knock em out on the next round
Want beef? We can go on a stakeout
Kiss my ass, no make out
Funny how shit ain't work out

Back then
I'm bout to unleash the dragon
I'm bout to release the kraken
Bout to get cake like a fat kid
Aye Aye Aye
Go dumb
I'm bout to make me a fortune
Ya girl like me cause I'm more fun
Stay ready for war like a Trojan
Look

Lockdown, duck cover
Niggas slipping up like margin butter
Last man stand, there are no others
Time to split the scene, that's on the double
Blackout
Bout to do a show and it's packed out
They don't really like it when you act out
Stay lit, make hits like I'm Pacquiao

We living in dystopia
Everybody getting more phobias
Can't trust shit from the media
They preaching fear but they run from us
We out here, ain't no stopping us
Too much hate, don't stop the love
Came from the dirt, got it out the mud
Only here today cause I rose above

Lost in a digital world
Memes and digital girls
Don't do fake or artificial
Keep a raygun just like a pistol
One wrong move and your mama miss you
Keep a mag, I ain't got no issue
Smoke a tree to relieve the tension
Eyes on me, I need your attention

Ten hut, shut up
Everybody move to the forefront
Middle fingers up, no fist pump
If it all go up, it'll get stuck
Aye Aye Aye
Go live
I serve em up like Popeyes
I don't cut deals, I cut ties
I'm a destiny child, how I survive
Look

Lockdown, duck cover
Niggas slipping up like margin butter
Last man stand, there are no others
Time to split the scene, that's on the double
Blackout
Bout to do a show and it's packed out
They don't really like it when you act out
Stay lit, make hits like I'm Pacquiao
Chii



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Writer(s): Donnie Deconte Ii Chambliss
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