D.O.A

Yeah, huh, yeah
Clap back, cock back
[?] telling me my strat
Okay, ain't no motherfucker be like that
Like me, so fresh, so what?
Like too much [?]
I'm here, with a bad lil' mane
Two rim with a [?] and a blade
Propane light it up, let it flame

I'm at the edge of my fists
I just be tossing and turning
And losing my grip
Feels like I'm swerving a [?]
You got me feeling from slurping
And coke from the sniff
You cannot look at me bitch
[?]
I'm getting rich but the [?] will snitch
Uh, talk to me funny I'll take you a dish

Feel my blade when it touch
Everybody feels the same pain whey talk
No pain when it cut
I can [?] against the rain in the mud
Feels lame at a club, don't hang with a dud
I've been really running to the money
Fuck fame when I buss, no game when I dust
Not a body I can trust, don't shame my shots
Got another body when I came for the hurt
Like aye, aye

They see my kingdom came with the keys
Cause again so I can see
All the things back then, they was hating on me
Fuck that, fuck this
I'm back and I run this shit
Run it back, run 'em up mosh pit
Hundred racks for a hit like this

Wha? Huh, shit
Clap back, cock back
[?] telling me my strat
Okay, ain't no motherfucker be like that
Like me, so fresh, so what?
Like too much [?]
I'm here, with a bad lil' mane
Two rim with a [?] and a blade
Propane light it up, let it flame