D.O.A

Yeah, huh, yeah Clap back, cock back, DOA, tell 'em meet my strap Okay, ain't no motherfucker be like that Like me so fresh so what like too much racks To the name, I'm him run it back lil' mane Too grim with the scythe and the blade Propane light it up, black flame, black flame I'm at the edge of my fist I just be tossing, and turning, and losing my grip Feels like I'm swerving the kid You got me feeling real sick, bleeding coke from the sniff You cannot look at me, bitch Open up, listen, I rap with the gift I'm getting rich with the team, never snitch, ugh Talk to me funny, I'll dig you a ditch Feel my blade when it touch Everybody be the same blame on the drug; no pain when it cut I could steady run against the rain and the mud Feel lame in the club, don't hang with the dud I'm already running to the money Fuck fame when I bust, no game on the dust Not a body I could trust, no shame, I shush Got another body when I came for the hun like, aye, aye This scene, my kingdom came with the keys Close the gates so I can't see All the fakes back then they was hating on me Fuck that, fuck this I'm back, gonna run this shit Run it back, run a muck mosh pit Run his racks for a hit like this, huh Huh, yeah Clap back, cock back, DOA, tell 'em meet my strap Okay, ain't no motherfucker be like that Like me so fresh so what like too much racks To the name, I'm him run it back lil' mane Too grim with the scythe and the blade Propane light it up, black flame, black flame