D.O.A

You sittin' on the couch, you watchin' TV, and your life's passin' you by
You keep procrastinating, over and over, what have you been through
Come on. Come on
Why are you making it complicated? It's easy

Come on, yeah, what it gon' take to get off your ass and get that cake
I was saved by the green, fuck the bell, nigga, these bombs ain't never late Never let no nigga rush me, run my own pace
Touch my hair on his chin and chin, I'm sendin' hollows at your face
I make motion music, put them racks up in a safe
Got these niggas and they thoughts like, damn, I shoulda sold some more today
Don't wanna click with niggas, give my last to see my family straight
My cousin preaching real estate
30 turkeys in the spot, come get them, dawg, they need a place to stay
Off these papers now might put a ten on a nigga head every time I leave the state

I know they thought this shit was over, but it ain't
Every time they mention Bill, it's none but big facts and big bang
Crackers askin' questions, kept my mouth, clothes no duct tape
They pushin' peon nigga I really push the weight
Got these niggas hot like how he fuckin' all the bitches that I can't
Real thorough nigga don't need no tats my eyes show my pain
This that make it through the rain
This that whip a nigga ass, ain't need no game
When I was 19, left my mama crib, had to be my own man
Might be hard today my g but nothin' stay the same
Just stay true to that hustle and watch them tables change
Can you tell me why all the street niggas want the fame
If I could make a million from the crib, nigga, I'd never show my face
Man, these niggas must be lace
All that speed ballin' ain't gettin' these niggas no ways
I put years in with Ms. Mary Jane, can't a nigga take my place
Mr bring a play or stay away
Dale block over anybody doa
Recording ' right now, takin' shrooms, they help me think
Baby, I'd be lyin' if I told you that I need you for anything but that fuckin' brain

what it gon' take to get off your ass and get that cake
I was saved by the green, fuck the bell, nigga, these bombs ain't never late Never let no nigga rush me, run my own pace
Touch my hair on his chin and chin, I'm sendin' hollows at your face
I make motion music, put them racks up in a safe
Got these niggas and they thoughts like, damn, I shoulda sold some more today
Don't wanna click with niggas, give my last to see my family straight
My cousin preaching real estate
30 turkeys in the spot, come get them, dawg, they need a place to stay
Off these papers now might put a ten on a nigga head every time I leave the state

Huh, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on



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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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