Dallas Anthem ft. Jakobe_88 Lyrics

You ain't from Dallas, ho You ain't from Dallas, ho

You ain't from Dallas, ho You ain't from Dallas, ho

Represent the state, don't drop the ball like Romo

I don't like Norm, I'm infatuated with the Odyssey

Money changing me, and I'd rather keep the copper piece

I've been getting paid, but I know the fans watching me

Up in the crib, grab the strap, do them properly

Need a refill, I can't get it at the pharmacies

Try to stick it out, don't get caught in the common weeds

I smoke on gas, don't got stamps on marijuana seeds

This a good harvest, I need the air, the marijuana breeze

Yeah, I smoke weed, and I've been on my knees

Praying for the streets, ask these guys please

My money don't get seized, I done service overseas

If we're talking demons, I guess I got a variety

I can't even tell, man, I deal with them quietly

I came from the slums, they said sit down, be quiet B

But I'm a fucking menace to society, I riot B

I riot B, undercover, shh Quiet please, they'll probably try to kill

Me, Illuminati demons What happened to our rights

Yeah, I wrote it, and you lied to me I can't even sleep, man, thinking about society

Cameras where I walk, man, tell me where's the privacy

Everywhere I go, the NSA be watching me If I wanna break down, man, can I do it privately

When I kill these demons, I don't even want an odyssey

Talk about a soldier, I'm an assassin with an odyssey

If you want the truth, you know I always answer honestly

Have I been drinking, man, I only drink modestly

I'm getting Trump money, I'm talking about Monopoly

Instagram posts, these kids trying to make a mockery

But I come from the streets, yeah, I'm coming for your property

Girls posting me, and they trying to make a mockery

Coming from wealth, and their parents own properties

I ain't have that, but my parents raised me properly

Got the ball rolling, and it's something like the soccer scheme

You know FC Dallas, yeah, we put them on the map

Call the Texas Rangers, yeah, tell them get the strap

Shoot the ball like the Mavericks, slap the puck like the Stars

They never leave in Dallas, and let's aim on Texas tomorrow

What about the strap? Tell me, man, will I leave it there

Luka hit a three, if he miss, can I get it back

Houston with the Cadillacs

Chuck Morris with the cattle strap

Cowboys saddle up

Yeehaw