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Dc The Don

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    You got people out here goin' crazy
    We losin' loved ones everyday to the people that sworn in to protect us
    It's not us, it's the police
    This the madness that they sparked up, this is what they encourage

    Give a fuck what you rank, what you Jack up
    'Cause you ain't shit without no heart, you're getting packed up
    This 223 inside my bag'll make you back up
    Better tell your homie: Relax, bruh
    It wasn't my fault, the stupid nigga made me act up
    It's only right brodie put Ricky in his bag, bruh
    I don't miss, bruh, we ain't got no mask, bruh
    You can charge your dash, bruh
    Pull up with a Cardi B, I'm Offset with a MAC, bruh
    You gon' have to pardon me, I'm known for givin' lack
    Niggas better not bother me if it ain't a bag
    Seahawks how we hawkin' shit, let's mob on they ass
    Don't get caught up at a red light, leave his mind on his dash
    Leave your head in your lap, turn your mans to a tat
    Turn your friends to a stat, we'll take y'all in last
    Put your bro on they ass, put your bro on they ass
    You hoes going out sad, Swisher sweet, she gets passed
    She don't wanna miss me, peons dissing
    You been fuckin' all these rappers, fake bitch, forget me
    You know they ain't nothin' like me and he ain't got no back
    Bitch, I woke up in my white tee, Franchize Boyz on your ass
    Niggas don't like me, teenage GOAT of my class
    How you way up on the 'Gram but then your mixtape was trash?
    That boy greener than grass, he a lick in my path
    And fuck a crooked-ass cop, boy, you ain't shit without your badge

    You get fucked up, bitch, all your luck's up, bitch
    Turn your body into stone and you get crushed up, bitch
    Snort your ashes with my guys, we getting fucked up, bitch
    Rockstar, baby demon, you get no love, bitch

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    You get fucked up, bitch, run, your luck's up bitch
    Turn your body into stone and you get crushed up, bitch
    Snort your ashes with my guys, we getting fucked up, bitch
    Rockstar, baby demon, you get no love, bitch

    You get no love, bitch, you a dumb, bitch
    Why the fuck you wearing Reeboks up in the club, bitch?
    Shawty lookin' hella fine, don't walk to my section
    I'ma tell the bouncer kick her ass out, she trespassing
    Ten toes on the ground so you know I would never fold
    Let his body hit the floor, let his body hit the floor
    Ten toes on the ground, so bitch, you know I will not fold
    Let his body hit the floor, let his body hit the floor

    DC The Don says he's a rockstar, dude
    And I for real believe that, dude
    He's gonna be one hell of a rockstar

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