D.O.A Lyrics

You sittin' on the couch, you watchin' TV, and your life's passin' you by

You keep procrastinating, over and over, what have you been through

Come on. Come on

Why are you making it complicated? It's easy

Come on, yeah, what it gon' take to get off your ass and get that cake

I was saved by the green, fuck the bell, nigga, these bombs ain't never late Never let no nigga rush me, run my own pace

Touch my hair on his chin and chin, I'm sendin' hollows at your face

I make motion music, put them racks up in a safe

Got these niggas and they thoughts like, damn, I shoulda sold some more today

Don't wanna click with niggas, give my last to see my family straight

My cousin preaching real estate

30 turkeys in the spot, come get them, dawg, they need a place to stay

Off these papers now might put a ten on a nigga head every time I leave the state

I know they thought this shit was over, but it ain't

Every time they mention Bill, it's none but big facts and big bang

Crackers askin' questions, kept my mouth, clothes no duct tape

They pushin' peon nigga I really push the weight

Got these niggas hot like how he fuckin' all the bitches that I can't

Real thorough nigga don't need no tats my eyes show my pain

This that make it through the rain

This that whip a nigga ass, ain't need no game

When I was 19, left my mama crib, had to be my own man

Might be hard today my g but nothin' stay the same

Just stay true to that hustle and watch them tables change

Can you tell me why all the street niggas want the fame

If I could make a million from the crib, nigga, I'd never show my face

Man, these niggas must be lace

All that speed ballin' ain't gettin' these niggas no ways

I put years in with Ms. Mary Jane, can't a nigga take my place

Mr bring a play or stay away

Dale block over anybody doa

Recording ' right now, takin' shrooms, they help me think

Baby, I'd be lyin' if I told you that I need you for anything but that fuckin' brain

what it gon' take to get off your ass and get that cake

I was saved by the green, fuck the bell, nigga, these bombs ain't never late Never let no nigga rush me, run my own pace

Touch my hair on his chin and chin, I'm sendin' hollows at your face

I make motion music, put them racks up in a safe

Got these niggas and they thoughts like, damn, I shoulda sold some more today

Don't wanna click with niggas, give my last to see my family straight

My cousin preaching real estate

30 turkeys in the spot, come get them, dawg, they need a place to stay

Off these papers now might put a ten on a nigga head every time I leave the state

Huh, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on