Dave B - DTRT lyrics

[Verse 1] an*lyze everything Observe it all, you heard it all didn't it She want to f** a rapper, but heard they all ignant Maybe it's because my pigment, that the pigs get Hella shifted, like a game of pigskin 42 fake a n***a all from young, black, and gifted Corny skeezers never get to listen, never get the message Tie it to my name like a press kit Sure the flow is rather impressive Different then what you think, I think Im like Hakeem Kareem, either way it's a hook And I ain't use me no ink What if a black panther has a master, does he father all of us Am I not a product of these n***as that I fall with Stupid n***as choose to break the law when Gotta do the right thing, wonder what the night bring Might sing tales of a couple young Haylians mobbin' Tryna get it poppin' Way I rap to baby put that a** right in a coffin Coughing from the haze We talk sh**ty, but we dreaming about better days Hella amazed at every word the boy said Dreaming of living colored grindin' to stay ahead Now that one felt good [Verse 2] Alright, Check! Now who'd of thought that making words my pa**ion Accessorize words like fashion Exercise verbs like run, skip, jump, f** over these rappers These non mother f**ing factors, uncommon denominators Abomination of some real n***as Because these, quote, trill b**hes don't know how to deal with us Im livin' proof, 92' and beyond It's still spitters, R.I.P to the legends Long live my bredren Now everybody talkin' cool, ain't nobody got the juice Ain't no n***a ever pluck that ba** like my papa do Had a broad break the tree down, and said she be mine But I knew I was [?] back [?] when I'm textin' with T9 See I'm feline, attracted magnet like Demons I be your girls best friend, right here to the end Whirlwinds come but couldn't tip us off our axis Was brag to speak the truth and spit the gospel to the ma**es We grind to get ahead like forward lateral pa**es Need that higher collateral, tax us Nah I'm just playin' I'm sayin' if I was more use to prayin' Less use to smokin' And more use to takin' my time, perfecting this rhyme Lyrical homicide, so when I spit it's a crime Like I'm telling you I did the deed homie, smell the trees on me Eyes low, I know, I go hard as winter pipes go n***a