DTB Freestyle
Work hard
Be somebody
Be something more than what you see in the mirror
Let the world be your mirror
Don't let them judge you, because the mirror can't judge you
I took em on a chase like OJ did,
They balling off my assist, like I'm Jason Kidd
All my cash clean, yea scamming forbid
I hope niggas they do not play with this shit
Shit came overnight, like 4 whole bricks
Presidental VVS, no Obama or shit
Your verse off Rhymezone, this ain't no skit
I'll be top 10 before this shit be over with
Spent your monthly at Saks Fifth,
Fourth quarter T, yea this shit ain't no myth
First night out, go in some regular shit
Moroccan bitch, we at Nobu and shit
29 criminals in the car, like D-Block, guess who I'm rocking with
I hit the goal, get paid like Mbappé and shit
New 911, ask me what it's loaded with
I'll be the cake, and you be what I'm coated with
I'm in Dubai up on a golden ship
Give you sum to worry bout, nigga, you got a broken hip
Cartier on the 5th, bitch where I'm golded with
If you make it back you better hold your wit
You better hold your wit
I know many who would fall for this shit
I know plenty who would call on a bitch
He let up on the gang, he got found up in a ditch
Be yourself, don't end up like Stitch
Getting money, nigga, that shit is not getting rich
Toast it up for the niggas who you know, know they niche
Run your paperwork, nigga you know you a snitch
Click up on the release button, automatic hit
30 dollar mic turned this cash into to a glitch
Not everyone needs to be a rapper, stop changing your pitch
Now you signed a deal, sold your soul, and now you wanna switch
I know a couple niggas who'll die for this shit
I know a couple niggas who'll lie for my bitch
You work a 9 to 5, you ain't got no time for this shit
Free YSL, yeah slime in the mix
You can tell I chase bread, just look at my wrist
He could've came up with us, now just lost in the midst
Asked for my cash on the 3rd day, no more ties exist
Checked up on him now his words desist
No new friends, that's just how the gang consist
I was on the block before I ran this shit
He made 12 songs about me, and his album missed
Man, you trying to diss?
Your left eye will see the front of the blick before the day be over with
Cookin' shit up in the kitchen, like a pot of stew, you be in the mix
These niggas got no motion, trying to act, like they on this shit
Pretty 'lil thing from France, and we in a foreign whip
My nigga say he's Asian, the way he misplace the blick with the chopstick
This one Arab girl got my heart frozen, I don't think there's any fix