D.N.D

Gotta lotta ice in my vein
Gotta get the C.R.E.A.M just to show them what I made
My heart is like a drum, it don't miss a beat
My music is a walk in a park while yours skip for a week
Niggas showing out for clout just to drop a diss
If they fell in love with my glock, it'll blow them a kiss
On some cupid shit
These bitches so goofy on some stupid shit
I can fix any hoe like Diego, plus i never miss
I'm not he/him, i'm he-he
Michael Jackson spirit in me, i'm bad because it's me
Give a nigga cough drops, cause he sick as hell
Speaking of cough drops, i knew a bitch name Trishell
Also, i knew a bitch that has sickle cells
Talk to my uncle the another day, he sick of the cell
My ice is cubicle like my brother O'Shea
That sound like some shit that Common would say
Never mind the context, its a rifle power
Niggas still popping pills and they dying by the hour
I can still see y'all being one of the common cowards
While I'm here you better give me all my flowers
Seven pm on the phone
You at home, but you all alone
My homies was talking about that you was a hoe
But I didn't care, cause i didn't believe it tho
Death before dishonor tatted up on a nigga's neck
Thinking I'm doing well but nigga i been stressed
Take cover when you aim at a nigga with your Tec-9
Served with twenty-five to life, court said fuck a nine to five
Some of y'all rappers are just some actors
Your songs tells your story like a monologue
Every time y'all hop on a mic, get cut off like the X Factor
Since y'all wanna be like me, just follow along
Turn my phone off and im gone, DND
Text me when im sleep, i need some peace
Niggas waiting on me to drop, and it's been some weeks
Back to the stu i go, and it's on repeat
Turn my phone off and im gone, DND
Text me when im sleep, i need some peace
Niggas waiting for me to drop, and it's been some weeks
Back to the stu i go, and it's on repeat