DDC-2

Still polishing
Up The tone
Like the beat
He say she say
Better say what you mean

Played it off the humble
Now O.D never stumble
Aint come for the tags
A nigga Here for the bag

Far as rap shit
Im 20 steps ahead
Shooting blindfold
just for practice
They shit aint slapping

No pat down
I Bought the pack in

Peeped you on the net
Takn smoke
But you aint match it

Handshaking like O could we bury hatchets
They see the bull active

Basic like them blkc and white Dunks
My shits is fragment

Variants, kinda scary when
I get it have more banks than Tyra

Knew me from the rat pack
But doley I go crazy like sintra

Got a gangsta father
Angelic mother
Mix together
Nother height reached
Checked the bucket
Fullmetal rogue
Put my hands together
Formulate some shit to happen and they think its magic
Know Dawgz aint never capping



Credits
Writer(s): Odisee Harrison
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