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Dillon Daniels
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Set the bar high, here's a verse from the archives
That I pulled off of the hard drive, smart guy
Look into a shark's eyes, you'll get hogtied
Like I got mob ties, throw hands till he's cockeyed
If he fucks with the spinach, then I'm Popeye
I'll be outside, I don't hide face, stop by
20's were a blur but I got by
Thought I cap, why?
I do not lie, times got hard so I embraced my soft side
Life felt like it was going counterclockwise
Don't go offside, cross the line then you not wise
Cut ties, now I'm your enemy, I'm the wrong guy
Can't even pretend to be a calm guy
Can't calm down, I go off like a bomb, try
Coming at me sideways, then it's R.I.P. my guy
Now it's time to tell your mom bye
This ain't a game, don't you know I said no to fame
It's so insane, they say they know you, only know the name
It's done, it's a wrap, it's over man
You a bum, you whack, we know you lame
You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough
You trash, you suck, you ain't moving up
You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough
You trash you suck you aint moving up
I been putting hours in, I been stacking paper up
I been kinda humble all my life I always gave a fuck
I been copping properties and aint nobody saving us
Life is like Monopoly and that why I been saving up
I've been making money while my haters will just take offense
They mad they ain't making dollars to me it aint making sense
I don't need no handouts, I hold my own like I'm Rambo
Money is the motive, I'ma take care of my fam though
They said I wouldn't be shit, they don't know me and they not me
They cant stop me, they talking
They capping and that shit don't shock me
My baby got a body like a Ferrari, she do Pilates
Catch me rolling in a Bugatti in Abu Dhabi
What I dreamed about is being manifested
Haters wanna hate, they reject it, they can't accept it
Back up, I'ma get mine and stack up regardless
I'ma get this paper to these haters, I am heartless
This ain't a game, don't you know I said no to fame
It's so insane, they say they know you, only know the name
It's done, it's a wrap, it's over man
You a bum, you whack, we know you lame
You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough
You trash, you suck, you ain't moving up
You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough
You trash you suck you aint moving up
Writer(s): Dillon Daniels
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