Dom McLennon - DDR lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sage] Bada**, crack tracks Leaking from the half staff Crescendo on dim hoes and Wack n***as get laughed at Sugar sixteens, these n***as is diabetic I run your lyrics through Google And find 'em posted on Reddit C'mon sage, give the n***a half credit Like he did half an a**ignment Really hard to find sh** All up in my closet like Robert with a Beretta We slanging chedda for Fellas who darin to say they better It's the motherf**ing first, 19th and 6th letters Triangles and money signs Amongst what we collect up Along with dead rappers Did I say rappers? I meant actors Acting like they could get half the max respect we get for trappin In the motherf**ing tracks n***a we also make that Get the f** out, Sage smoke mild more than black And we smacking all these f*ggots I'm accurately bada** cause I'm a Cannabis enthusiast, producer And I rap, n***a [Verse 2 - Dalvin Tha Real] I been on my sh** since middle school This nine'll leave your nine lives uncontinual I said "f** school and every individual" And if you got a problem I'll leave your a** in critical (condition) I'm just an OG, blowing on medicinal Tryna find time to fit these hoes in my schedule Bad b**h, and her love is unconditional I swear to God, that's the type of chick I'm looking for Shoutout my n***a Sage man The smoke we blowing leave a n***a in a daze man n***as mad cause ASF getting paid man And now all you n***as' b**hes is getting laid man I'm that n***a out the gutta-gutta Never hesitate to cut a motherf**er Got a bad yellow b**h but I could never trust her But her p**y good, so I still love her [Verse 3 - Dom McLennon] The new guy to the group, but still a veteran Not a shock artist, won't talk about who I'm better than, and My identity's kind of an anomaly But still committing sodomy on every track solidly What you doing Dom? You know, some botany Been in the green, you n***as smoking mahogany And O.G's love to hate, I never expect apologies I'll snatch their f**ing kangols and knock em out of their wallabies I guess that I'm an oddity My third eye got in the way of my lobotomy They say I rhyme methodically, I say I write mythologies Not co*kily, cause in my past life, I wrote The Odyssey I guess I'm illiad-matic And my breath control s**s, you'd think I'm really asthmatic Y'all are really crack addicts if you look at ASF And don't think we're the illest kids to ever take a f**ing breath [Verse 4 - MiC Kurb] M-I-C-K-U-R-B from Pink Cocaine The flow insane Enough to rock your whole damn brain Rep my gang Slick enough to hide your plane This ain't no game My lyrics finna go "bang bang" Causing damage so nobody can Handle us, I dismantle ya Rea**emble ya, I'm the coldest Like how December do Allegedly was Mr. "I'm too hipster to care" But beware, way y'all moving, it's no Time to prepare Wearing wifebeats Hypebeasts That's just how my life be Never been competitive So swell it up to fight me Maybe when I'm dead Let's pretend that I might be 'Till then, telling all these Rappers "Take a hike, please" Way I see it, yo I'm doper than the most of them With that I say, it's bombs away I go and make a toast to them Coming with 100 percent of me Nothing less of me You best believe I k** em with the A-B-C-D-E-F-G's [Verse 5 - Deon] Call me handy With a Camry I'm hard as a mother can be You could mark us like a Camby Or shoot us up like we Brandy In Moesha Cause we Randy Aziz'n the Tia Landry My head has been at the top so my legs Could understand me And I was only talking tables Tables turning word to money Money is the word to describe the feeling in your tummy Tummy is sick from the money, which is flow And the flow becomes money when the tables turns it slow, so What you know about AliveSinceForever? What you know about the team And the lines that we've severed? Never needed the punch Always stuck to what was clever Verse be going over heads Ain't that a projector? Nah, that's just me just showing you the border Cause rappers be failing in testing Can't stomach the disorder ASF up it's the new world order f** what you done heard, Deon's a destroyer [Verse 6 - Kevin Abstract] My game colder than The Hangover H-Town done swang over To another land Motherland Birmingham, Gregory? Heard of him? We standing on some couches being loud and obnoxious Police seem to hate us, but that's only when they watching I locked in My box is toxic watching, understanding Creating my own planet, damn it You cry when I vanish ASF keep it going down f**ing Titanic I manage Keep high standards My chick is too bad, together we cause damage Ain't none of us Have sh**, f** it I'm a motherf**ing savage Your chick is too ratchet Our hoes be the baddest Tight pants, lowkey A n***a stay saggin' Shop at PacSun Give a f** about fashion My pa**ion is rappin' XVII is a cla**ic The ba*tard that's rapping Is about to have it b**h