DPS ft. Jzavion Lyrics

The shit I've seen in my life has made the angel on my shoulder cry

So when I'm committed, baby girl, I'm talkin' bout you and I

And if you lockin' in with me, well, honestly, that's suicide

But who am I to judge if we are the same, two in eyes

Eyes of the beholder

The eyes that confide in closure

A tide that could shift the culture

A massacre covered over

By taxes, racists, and voters, and tax invaders, and cobras

Snakes in the grass blow composure of those who compose a soldier

Of bitches, pimps, and the Oprahs

I'm Hova, I'm takin' over

Know brodie from South Dakota

He fucked around with the soda

The mafia ties had hold him from playin' that Texas Hold'em

He owed em', he had to run that shit back like Lamar Odom

That's a Kardashian curse

I pull my dick from the earth

And wipe it off in the sea, and set to land for my search

The fuckin' worst with these words

Is it a gift or a curse

I was askin' you first, but hey, I guess it's my turn

I mean, you paid for the verse

I'm just returnin' the rhyme

Wish I could reverse the time

I felt so lost and behind

When I couldn't pay for rent, so I foreclosed on my mind

I'm just another talentless actor rehearsin' his lines

But this rap shit is cancerous, you never have a guarantee

You could be the GOAT and you could still get R.I.P'd

That's why I'm takin' y'all with me when I decide to leave

These new rappers trash and still get Grammy nominees

I can never take an L over anxiety

Why the fuck is they tryin' me

I'ma skip on sobriety

They hate me, yet they play me, and I'm lovin' the irony

I'm revivin' the sport, the Dead Poets Society

You can check my sobriety

Takin' shots while I quietly

Turn this chip in and get to fuckin' hoes in variety

My anxiety has took me to the edge and I'm trippin

Forty sippin', blunt rippin', you can tell I ain't listen

Now I'm trippin' off this drug-induced poetry like I'm ODB

OD off me, I've been stronger than anyone can see

Give you a biggie of smalls like I'm rollin' with Cease

And give you diamonds to rock your fellas like Jay-Z

I peep game, I'm seein' these niggas roleplay

I jack son like Michael, Reggie or O'Shea

I olé then I'm in the Bronco like O.J

These niggas stay on computers, Janelle Monáe

Gave that cat hell then she dodged before I could challenge her

I've been beatin' traps when I'm home alone like McAllister

Give it a shot and pick 45 for your caliber

Leapin' over niggas, 228 on the calendar

This rap shit is cancerous, you never have a guarantee

Take a shot at Jay and Shaft, that'll get you RIP'd

We can share a white tee whenever you decide to leave

New rappers trash and still get Grammy nominees

I can never take an L over anxiety

Why the fuck is they tryin' me

I'ma skip on sobriety

They hate me yet they play me and I'm lovin' the irony

I'm revivin' the sport, the Dead Poets Society