DUNGEONS & DRAGONS ft. Jimboslice & Makadelic Lyrics

Oxide, this is Mongoose seven

We are two mikes from home plate

Under heavy fire

Requesting any reinforcements you got, over

Oxide, do you copy

316 is getting aggressive

What is your location

I repeat, 316 is getting aggressive

Yeah, my wrist is on 32 degrees

Look at me

We done came a long way from EBTs

On my knees praying to God for, everything we need

Saying please for Lebrons or

Bringin' back the ones who R.I.P in my dreams

I see the people that I used to love, but it seems

When I wake up they floatin' up above spreading wings

To cope with shit I dabbled into drugs and some drinks

I don't like smoking green

But I hope heaven sings, and I hope heaven sees

I'm looking back, gotta pay them back for what they did for me

And I'm gon' stay wrapped, never catch me lackin

Protect my family tree

Cause they gave me that, and I'm givin' back

Gotta make my legacy, rest in peace, yeah

But if there's a new task, I might undertake her

Save that for later

I hit it from the back, that's why she call me Mater

Cause she back that thang up

Without no rear view mirrors, so I feel her

Lost some people, I'm still hurt

Through the pain, yeah I still work

Niggas copy, they steal work

Keep it real 'fore the steel work

I like my girls independent

Don't need a man, and she still twerk

Knew this girl from Arkansas

She had a man and she still flirt

We can switch it to the next scene

I just had to keep it real first

Jimbo the bro, so you already know

That I had to keep it a hunnid

So many shots in my city, the shit got switch

It sound like it's drummin

Top of the morning, flight out in New York

Then I got one out in London

All of my niggas some dragons

Cause we really came out the dungeon

Really turned nothing into something

Led the way like Harriet Tubman

I do this shit for my cousin

I do it for Melody, Lyrica, Marie, I can name another dozen

My family knows that I love them

They know I gotta be something

Jessup he hand me the track and I beat this shit up

I might leave a concussion

Hop in the booth for a minute

And I spit the verse and I leave like it's nothing

I want my wife to be black but until then

I'm fucking these bitches that's Russian

But I gotta chill, cause my children listening

So I gotta stop all the cussing

All I want to know is what I had to do

Pop at the party and all you hearing is cameras shootin

I threw a pass to my brodie, I feel like Cameron Newton

I put my life on the line, I call that an alley oop

I told my bro to just talk it out but he'd rather shoot

I made a list of all kinds of things that I'd rather do

I tried to change up his life and switch up his attitude

I got him off of the block, he back on the avenue

I got him off of that crack, he back on that crack again

We took some time off but now all my dawgs is back again

I broke a brick with my fist, just like like Jackie Chan

I broke a brick with my fist, I feel like I'm Jackie Chan