DOA ft. Hkc Lyrics

I had some friends but they turned to rivals, threw their ass off the iPhone, now I'm fucking

Rolling up this week from pages from the bible, feeling like God's disciple, just to do his

Dirty work, an infrared could come because you know it, damn they got the burst, rap his

Ass up and then we'll throw em in the fucking hearse, the psychedelics be kicking in, the

Meds they gave me didn't work, I'm such a jerk, but I'm such a flirt, ay you really

Wanna test me, put your ass up on a shirt like

Dead on arrival, people talking they

In denial, pick his body up and then I'll throw his ass all in nile old fashioned

Style, see his ass all up in a while, when I bury his bones under the tiles, that fucking

Lidl, sick and senile, body parts chopped up in the files, rather take the title or

Kill myself because I'm the idol, walkin a mile, feeling stressed but I feel entitled

Yeah you know what 911 that's what they dial, bitch

Origins performing for a fee, it ain't take long to see that it was nothing but a

Scheme, hustling selling tickets to friends and family, hope it's enough for the bucks

That coming from my jeans, that pay to play shit is played out, we making a way out, so

The underground artists ain't gotta pay out, they own pocket, yo we rocking it at every

Single show, this that Spidey sense, goosebumps tingle floor, tell your old head promoter

He can go retire, cause these strictly night owl shows is O.D.FIRE, and we don't fuck with

That buy your own ticket shit, if we book you we break bread if you bringing it, still

We supporting charity and local businesses, purify my body and mind and I'll be limitless

Aligned with the divine to take over and examine it, I'm high for me some try, had can of

It stemming it, cool it down, my usual sound is too profound, spoke the present and the

Past so that makes the future now, my room's like a jeweler's house, a view and a bougie

Couch, none of my homies went the jeweler's route, used me for views or clout, I'm keeping

It 20 times five, I don't even wanna tell any white lies, perfectionism when it comes to

Standing my rhymes, re-recording the same line 25 times