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letra de kswiss days - dc the don

[intro]
huh
yeah

[verse 1]
see i ain’t get it out the subs, n-gg-
i had to get it out the mud, n-gg-
sweat, tears, and the blood, n-gg-
my momma was a stud, n-gg-
my uncle told me he the plug, n-gg-
i looked at him like “that’s what’s up n-gg-”
i ain’t f-ck with scrub n-gg-s
my cousin told me “buckle up n-gg-”
cause in these streets there ain’t no love, n-gg-
so i never trust n-gg-s
ain’t wait on your friends, it’s only us n-gg-
know all my brothers, they’ll touch n-gg-s (huh)
shout out auntie and my momma and them
they show support, it’s only right i stack my commas for them
plus i was bad, i know that sh-t was like a challenge to them
that sh-t amazing how i came up from the bottom with them
when i was sneaking out that motherf-ckin’ backdoor
cousin cudi used to hide them dom bags in the sock drawer
told him “stop that sh-t, like what you doin'”? you a natural”
n-gg- f-ck the ruben, i need loot, i need a bag full
but that ain’t real, n-gg-
now you ain’t real, n-gg-
like every night i cried to sleep, i had the chills n-gg-
and everytime i shed a tear and made it clear n-gg-
that ain’t n-body helpin’ out it starts from here n-gg-
and if that n-gg- talking sh-t
imma pull up at his crib
imma knock his -ss out and imma show him how i live
imma show him what it’s like to see failure right in your mirror
take your heart right out your chest, let you finally meet your fears
told my auntie, imma k!ll for my n-gg- mitchi
n-gg-s talking about him, on god they gotta see me
i don’t care ’cause on my soul he gotta get his f-ckin’ head rocked
i’m not just anybody, like drizzy, i’m from burrock
like who up n-gg-?
get out the house n-gg-
i don’t live for sin, no i was sleeping on the couch n-gg-
picking crumbs up out the trash i’m like the grouch n-gg-
ask my brothers and them, i swear to god they often vouch n-gg-
cousin milly sleeping with them motherf-ckin roaches
rest in peace to lil meech, that was my motherf-ckin’ shoulder
and if he got something i need, better cough up like pneumonia
cause if not, chopper gon’ have you milly rockin’ like mac naueuer n-gg-
what n-gg-?
ion sup n-gg-, say w-ssup
thug n-gg-, i’m above n-gg-s, issa dub n-gg-
scrub n-gg-, in the club n-gg-, that ain’t love n-gg-
cause n-gg-, all your cuz n-gg-s eating mud n-gg-
b-tches tell me first that’s on my guys thats on the streets back
b-tch i’m in that beemer still swervin’ with my seat back
hit the industry they like “the f-ck? like who is these caps?”
cause b-tch i’m finally here and imma let that f-cking thing clap
bop, bop, bop, pull up on them like w-ssup-sup
n-gg-s want me dead, b-tch i’m a murderer, i’m a [?]
bock star, shooters [?] b-tches like a rock star
mob star, pull up in that ghost, up in that cop car
b-tch n-gg-, you a b-tch n-gg-
on the six n-gg-, lit n-gg-, getting rich n-gg-
for that cl-t n-gg-
snitch n-gg-, you a snitch n-gg-
hit the ditch n-gg-, least n-gg-, shoot with ease [?]
crawl n-gg-, imma crawl b-tch until i can ball n-gg-
raw n-gg-
hard n-gg-, hit the mob while spinning all n-gg-s
star n-gg-, ice on freezer bite me ’til i thaw n-gg-
n-gg- i been [?] since 2016 b-tch
bro got that b-mblebee, draco with no sting b-tch
doom got them hands, rock and roll just like a thing b-tch
never had a pint of dirt on mine, i keep em clean b-tch
got them good on my shoes, look like billie jean
gotta keep it low, i got a girl, these hoes be feeling me
take that sh-t for granted, i be left off these money [?]
n-gg-s say they run up on the don, that sh-t be k!lling me
like who up n-gg-?
i’m out the house, b-tch
better watch your words
n-gg-s get k!lled up running they mouth b-tch
had to make it big, sh-t i’d be d-mned to see them in doubt b-tch
n-gg-s say they robbing, that’s one thing i’ll never doubt
on the gang gang, b-tch you can’t get mang tamed b-tch
n-gg-s riding for some clout, stay in your lane lane b-tch
its amazing, every day work, now i’m famous
tame sh-t, want k sh-t, it’s just to say sh-t
back then, never pay kid, it ain’t fade sh-t
worked hard out the bas-m-nt now i don’t say sh-t
bape sh-t, rickie rolls on my somade sh-t
lane switch, gotta thank the lord i finally made it

[outro]
yeah, finally made it
yeah, i finally made it, from the ground up
n-gg-s doubted now they surprised
unexpected destination if you ain’t stick through the ride n-gg-
huh
worldwide

- dc the don

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