Dang!

Man, I was hoping to have this
Mix tape to you months ago
But I uh kinda hit a snag

I was in my city tryna make a couple Benji's
I'm working quite as well at networking
I'm super friendly
Roll up's easy though my ride
Is not exactly spendy i drive an '84
I love it but it ain't no Bentley
I got there early like a G
And pulled up to the spot but man
I had to park in such a sketchy parking lot
"This is fine, completely fine, it's fine"
Those were my thoughts
Feeling weird but somehow I did
Not connect the dots inside with a big grin
I'm rocking that skinny tie
Tryna be the winning guy
Meanwhile outside sunset around 5: 00
Nice guy, south side
It's a different town right
Finished my business and packed up so
Quick it could be Guinness
In a minute I'm back in my
Whip but with a grimace
Something suspicious and vicious happened
Without my witness
Everything got stolen out my ride
And thieves sold it Christmas

Dang, dang all that I gotta say is
Dang, dang

They took all my hoodies
And flannels and tees, They all gone
They took my recording gear and
Homemade cookies from my mom
They took almost everything that they
Could get they hands on
Worst of all they took my laptop
And with that all my songs
Instead of writing
I was typing a police report
Instead of rapping
I was trapped in some insurance forms
I could focus on my newly busted car door
But there's too many songs inside my
Head that I just can't ignore
No way, I will not throw away
Any of my goals they
Sounding like bold claims
Feeling that old sway
Up and up like Coldplay
Just give me a whole day
And I'ma make some gold, Hey
Breathing hip-hop, studying the old school
Tryna get to my spot
You gon' need a stepstool
You can take my laptop
You can take my Pro Tools
But you know I won't stop until
All I hear from you is

Dang, dang until all I hear from you is
Dang, dang