DC Lyrics

Got me feeling like I'm all in

Shit got me feeling like I'm all in

Ballin'

Young nigga, know I live a life of dream chasing

Memories inside my mental get to speed racing

I been calling out to God I'm trying to flee satan

Woke up one day and seen my role model freebasing

Damn, breathe in breathe out son

He think he got away, but Karma you can't outrun

I started rapping, trying to make my "make it out" fund

Praying that my dawg ain't caught with it, or without one

Born sinner, I'm the product of a cold nigga

Cocaine changed my life and I ain't never sniffed it

I can't tell you bout no gangsta shit, I never did it

Still the realest nigga breathing, realest nigga in it

Cold hearted, been a winner since he started

Life was weighing on me heavy, when I stepped back shit got harder

So I stand up, fuck around and manned up

And no I don't drive the bus, but here to pick the bands up

Off a razor and these hands, put like 50 Grand up

And yeah I'm my brother's keeper, here to pick my mans up

Remember I was popping out, in a minivan, uh

Seen a miracle, my nigga paralyzed a stand-up

Wild flower, Wild flower

You just need some room to grow

In my city shit get hot

But you would swear the streets was snow

Lately I been getting high, but out the way, I'm staying low

I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, and light it up

And clear the smoke

Feel like a renegade

Running from my past, I been afraid

Of them cold nights, hungry and lost

I'm in a maze

Niggas high as hell, smoking like exhaust

I'm in a daze

And when life gave me lemons

Turned my wrist to minute-maid

And when I get in my feelings

Roll a thoink to kill the pain

Yeah you love me when its shining

Can you stand to feel the rain

This shit deeper than the rap

I vent so I don't feel insane

And though cash rules every thing around me

Still the same

And no dice game, a nigga rolled the dice

I beat the odds

In my city shit get tragic

Went to church to meet his God

Ask about me in The Woods and they gone tell you

"He go harder"

Trying to look up at the ceiling, press a button, see the stars like

Young nigga, know I live a life of dream chasing

Memories inside my mental get to speed racing

I been calling out to God I'm trying to flee satan

Woke up one day and seen my role model freebasing

Damn, breathe in breathe out son

He think he got away, but Karma you can't outrun

I started rapping, trying to make my "make it out" fund

Praying that my dawg ain't caught with it, or without one