Welcome To The Dungeon Lyrics

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see your fucking hands in the ceiling

Dope wit the songs come and jam with the realest

I just wanna see your fucking hands in the ceiling

They don't want me make out...

They don't want me make out...

Why the hell I'm goin complain about it

I just made out great without em

Fire and it's all around me

Ill Show you how to tame a mountain

Only real ones can surround me

Never made me

They only found me

Southside but I'm in the county

On the run like I got a bounty

How the hell could you ever doubt me?

How the hell could you ever doubt me?

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

Dope wit the songs come and jam with the realest

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

If you wanna talk about the plan let me build it

If you really know that I'm one let me kill it

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see your fuckin hands in the ceiling

I just wanna see your fucking hands up

I just want to see your fucking hands in the ceiling

I just want to see your fucking hands in the ceiling

I just want to see your hands, your hands

(If they) tell me I can't do it, I just laugh in they face

No wonder why them niggas at the back of the race

I had to get my self together now im back on the chase

Im transforming my life when I rap to the bass

Aint got no time for the stalling and the random mistakes

And it's Fuck how niggas feeling

Let me add to the hate

If you ain't add to the pot won't get half of the steak

Wit reckless abandon; we make yo ass abandon the place

Let em doubt that you got it

I never tell bout it

I just let em learn about it

It's a long way down

I suggest you keep climbing

Take off on in t minus

Stay busy keep grindin

Keep grinding

It puzzle me dawg

I remember good days where you trusted me Dawg

Somewhere between the gossip and rumors, you thought I fell off

Now I'm better and all without you, tell me I'm wrong

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

Dope wit the songs come and jam with the realest

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

If you wanna talk about the plan let me build it

If you really know that I'm one let me kill it

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see your fuckin hands in the ceiling

I just wanna see your fucking8 hands up

I just want to see your fucking hands in the ceiling

I just want to see your fucking hands in the ceiling

I just want to see your hands, your hands

Never thought the melanin lies

Forget all of your problems this a hell of a ride

I got models at the table, and then some of my kind

I aint use to have the money, but these regular vibes

I know these Niggas is doubting us wit most of they time

What the hell they do with they own?

I'll leave it alone

It's a lot of dogs out here to be on my bone

Bury my phone, the star still in galaxy mode

She dancin all her pain out

Where the drinks

If it rain, do you think you can do it for little saint

Like that?

Niggas ain't even really like that

Can you tell them where to get a life at

Still I rise

Flat tire, no car nigga still I drive

And don't be askin, I got moves just to kill my spies

Aint it crazy how the darkness wanna steal my shine

Welcome to the game I'm a man on a mission

Why are people talking?

I barely wanna listen

Paper in the air, can somebody fix the printer?

Tell me you a marathon man or a sprinter

Better get gone cuz I'm never gonna miss ya

Take you off the radar

Put you on the Richter

Iced out Invicta

Getting stupid

Getting to the new chips

Yea I gotta do this

If they tell I can't do it I just laugh in they face

No wonder why them niggas really lacking in pace

I tell em ketchup to the mustard, but I'm drippin in gold

It don't matter what I'm wearing cuz this drip in my soul

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

Dope wit the songs come and jam with the realest

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

If you wanna talk about the plan let me build it

If you really know that I'm one let me kill it

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see your fuckin hands in the ceiling

I just wanna see your fucking8 hands up

I just want to see your fucking hands in the ceiling

I just want to see your fucking hands in the ceiling

I just want to see your hands, see your hands

You ain't gotta go home but get the fuck outta here

I then lost so many friends I might run out of peers

I then cried so many nights I might run out of tears

But ima live the time that I'm here til they run out years

Til the bar run out of shots or run out beer

We goin party til the roof on fire

Go time

We don't care for the law but we breaking no crime

When I get wit the squad then we turn to voltron

We them megazord boys, but we get our roll on

To my people Fallin off

Hold on

Put some shots in the air, I ain't talking photons

Tryna really hold strong

Cuz it won't be that long

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

Dope wit the songs come and jam with the realest

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

If you wanna talk about the plan let me build it

If you really know that I'm one let me kill it

Welcome to the dungeon, give a damn how you feeling

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands in the ceiling

But

I just wanna see yo fuckin hands up