Dawn Mega Songtext
von Boldy James
Dawn Mega Songtext
Where we at?
Hey, Royal House on the beat
We was charging eight hundred for a scun, now we on one
Made a couple tops, but the cut is how we pro′d up
You want it untouched, that's gon′ run you 'bout a stack house
Eleven if I front it, so I'd rather that you cash out
Thirty missed calls in the last ten minutes
Paid unc′ to cut the grass, and his ass didn′t finish
Froze off the Tech, bezel on the watch chunky
Buck fifty on my chest, so they expect a lot from me
Woke up feelin' blessed, how I know my God loves me
Sheila blew her whole check, but she keeps spending odd money
Was eating from the bag, gon′ end up on the front page
Wish I had another skill set other than the drug trade
Fuck a brand name, nigga'd rather be respected
Just tell him to keep campaigning, he gon′ get elected
All these stand-down niggas got me real stand-offish
Presi' on my wrist, but I never ran for office
Let′s get it
Drum on the 23, I feel like MegaMan
Dawn Mega of the D, call it LegoLand
All these blocks and these keys, how we know for sure
That you not the police? Tell 'em, "Tell a friend"
Junkies knocking at the door, nigga, let 'em in
Stomped on ′em in some B23 Diors
From where if you don′t risk it all, it ain't no reward
Touch it like Alicia Keys, keys open doors
Locksmith of the city, we some dope runners
Glowstick on my hip look like some bolt cutters
Five grits for two hundred, that′s forty apiece
I let my nigga Drew slide, but I shorted Denise
Sixty seconds in the wave, let the water run
I heard that nigga bought a chain 'fore he bought a gun
A one-of-one, one hundred, I′m one of the ones
It's all for one, all or nothin′, nigga, all or none
Selling weed, powder, pills, sleeve got the chills
All these rap niggas faker than a three-dollar bill
Phone been jumpin' off the hook, one was all it took
Took off, now we up and runnin', all my money off the books
Watch an arm and a leg, chain cost a foot
Put the king in check with my knight, and I caught a rook
Sold dope all of my life, white sticks with the light tint
Hood on lock, tighter than some vice grips
Drum on the 23, I feel like MegaMan
Dawn Mega of the D, call it LegoLand
All these blocks and these keys, how we know for sure
That you not the police? Tell ′em, "Tell a friend"
Junkies knocking at the door, nigga, let ′em in
Stomped on 'em in some B23 Diors
From where if you don′t risk it all, it ain't no reward
Touch it like Alicia Keys, keys open doors
Hey, Royal House on the beat
We was charging eight hundred for a scun, now we on one
Made a couple tops, but the cut is how we pro′d up
You want it untouched, that's gon′ run you 'bout a stack house
Eleven if I front it, so I'd rather that you cash out
Thirty missed calls in the last ten minutes
Paid unc′ to cut the grass, and his ass didn′t finish
Froze off the Tech, bezel on the watch chunky
Buck fifty on my chest, so they expect a lot from me
Woke up feelin' blessed, how I know my God loves me
Sheila blew her whole check, but she keeps spending odd money
Was eating from the bag, gon′ end up on the front page
Wish I had another skill set other than the drug trade
Fuck a brand name, nigga'd rather be respected
Just tell him to keep campaigning, he gon′ get elected
All these stand-down niggas got me real stand-offish
Presi' on my wrist, but I never ran for office
Let′s get it
Drum on the 23, I feel like MegaMan
Dawn Mega of the D, call it LegoLand
All these blocks and these keys, how we know for sure
That you not the police? Tell 'em, "Tell a friend"
Junkies knocking at the door, nigga, let 'em in
Stomped on ′em in some B23 Diors
From where if you don′t risk it all, it ain't no reward
Touch it like Alicia Keys, keys open doors
Locksmith of the city, we some dope runners
Glowstick on my hip look like some bolt cutters
Five grits for two hundred, that′s forty apiece
I let my nigga Drew slide, but I shorted Denise
Sixty seconds in the wave, let the water run
I heard that nigga bought a chain 'fore he bought a gun
A one-of-one, one hundred, I′m one of the ones
It's all for one, all or nothin′, nigga, all or none
Selling weed, powder, pills, sleeve got the chills
All these rap niggas faker than a three-dollar bill
Phone been jumpin' off the hook, one was all it took
Took off, now we up and runnin', all my money off the books
Watch an arm and a leg, chain cost a foot
Put the king in check with my knight, and I caught a rook
Sold dope all of my life, white sticks with the light tint
Hood on lock, tighter than some vice grips
Drum on the 23, I feel like MegaMan
Dawn Mega of the D, call it LegoLand
All these blocks and these keys, how we know for sure
That you not the police? Tell ′em, "Tell a friend"
Junkies knocking at the door, nigga, let ′em in
Stomped on 'em in some B23 Diors
From where if you don′t risk it all, it ain't no reward
Touch it like Alicia Keys, keys open doors
Writer(s): Boldy James, Roger Goodman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
