Dedication Lyrics

Yo Doc, turn me up a bit

D.O.C

Ayy, they ain't got the dedication like me

Tell me how you feel and I'll take it lightly

Yeah, I've done this for a while, I got game Spike Lee

They don't get the full picture, I paint it like Dali

I don't really pray on my knees, put my faith in the process and stay on my feet

God damn, I created all these

That's what I be thinking when I play all my beats, for real

Need my money on that

Need my money on that

Need my money on that

Need my money on that fuck you shit like MJ buying the rights to Em's music

Feel how you feel, but I'm really too sick

You other guys just chronically online bullshit

The world is messed up from all the kids going viral acting ignorant as fuck and playing

Dress up

Only way you motherfuckers will be in the hood is if you got kidnapped and thrown in

A Tesla

That's coming from a suburbanite

I mean, it takes one to know one, right

You talking guns, but you can't even hold one right

You smoking woods, but you can't even roll one right

All these phony ass rappers do anything for the image, but I do anything that I want to do

Ain't no gimmicks, man

This is really me

Fuck a brand name

I'm really running shit

Fuck a campaign

They ain't got the dedication like me

Tell me how you feel and

I'll take it lightly

Yeah, I've done this for a while

I got game Spike Lee

They don't get the full picture

I paint it like Dali

Took the road less traveled I'm paving my own street

Ain't about the money

Y'all chasing the wrong things

And I know that ain't where I'm going to be, but know I came a long way from the Ponzi's

I remember when I used to rock Starter and clothes from Walmart

Now my game on Coach Carter

Lately, I've been acting as a hobbyist, still working harder than agricultural workers down

In Florida motherfucker

So the prices, they're going up like oranges because I remember standing on my money

I was four inches

And I ain't like how it felt

Now I'm coming out the water like Michael Phelps

Give a fuck about a Grammy, but time will tell if I receive one

But I ain't looking for validation, so I don't need one

Every song I make is a pilot

Your shit is reruns

And that's the way I'm leaving the mark

Ain't talking Neiman

Get my money on that DeVos

Fuck designer brands

Fuck Hugo

I'm going to be the boss because they ain't got the gumption

Coming straight out of track town

I run shit

Fuck your assumption