Rag3 Kidd - DC The Don

Screaming fuck that!

Imma go if my niggas go

Take off

Tell her bye and good riddance hoe

Inside tryna find what I’m missing hoe

Rag3 Kidd we gone pop out let’s get it hoe

Red flags got no one left to lean up on

Mil God got more choppas than Vietnam

Free the guys

Fuck the law for just keeping 'em

We gon' fight

Till they home and they freeing them March to freedom

Are we there yet?

Like Nia Long

Ray Charles fuck the hate

We ain’t seeing 'em

Old niggas swear the newest

Mistreating 'em

Go figure blaming them

But you leading them

See I told ya

You niggas can’t defeat me

Balling like LaMelo love

They tryna overseas me

Get yo shit together love

This shit don’t come easy

Like I told you once before

The world is yours

You don’t need me

I spot a red dot on my opps

Watch em die aye

We bringing big smoke

Make him artichoke

That’s a different diagnose aye

We had to beat the pot

To have a pot to squat in

Make a profit

Bye then adios

Jaden Smith shit karate

In a Bentley body

We be kicking knowledge to you folks

I’m finna yippee ki ya yay

We tryna hit the sky ya yay

Adding shit no divide ya yay

Leave that bitch hypnotized ya yay

This shit a piece of pie

I’m a different guy

Wizard flow my switch-ups got em mesmerized

Now yo new nigga hurt and I sympathize

And lil bro got my new music memorized yeah

Sometimes I want to go back

And visit the city lights yeah

This LA life no good

I haven’t been feeling right yeah

But I had to take off

I didn’t wanna be victimized yeah

Just tell me would I really be wrong

If I came back to stay the night yeah

Night yeah

Ohh

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Screaming fuck that!

Imma go if my niggas go

Take off

Tell her bye and good riddance hoe

Inside tryna find what I’m missing hoe

Rag3 Kidd we gone pop out let’s get it hoe

Red flags got no one left to lean up on

Mil God got more choppas than Vietnam

Free the guys

Fuck the law for just keeping 'em

We gon' fight

Till they home and they freeing them

March to freedom

Are we there yet?

Like Nia Long

Ray Charles fuck the hate

We ain’t seeing 'em

Old niggas swear the newest

Mistreating em

Go figure blaming them

But you leading them

But that’s whatever

Tryna get my bag together

Tryna get my bag together

That’s forever

Tryna go change the weather

Tryna go change the weather

Gotta get this shit together