Lyrics:
shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon
Stay spitting new seeds it's the weed
Give me some of what he drooping
J-Jungle Beats... holla at me
Grand Hustle Nigga... money
You know me, I'm so fly
Be lookin like money every time I ride by
Got them Benjis in my
Working hard, Always gone win
(V12)
DT Vibes We Alive
On the beach By the pool
Phony bitches smoking Jules
Always down to break the rules
2020 is so cruel
Start fillin my lungs
Couple KitKats
And a Reeces yeah
Surrounded by snow
And it's knee-deep oh
CDs bumpin in the Camry
Found a rare candy
In the Safari
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
religions the same as the pigeons
From Francis of Assisi
To the fans of AC/DC
We all shall live again
For the nightingales were seized with a panic
turn on the screens, baby
Seven figga team, baby, Houston's bomb is back
DTS be the Lac, we signin' Shaq contracts
Ninja bikes with blue lights, we
turn on the screens, baby
Seven figga team, baby, Houston's bomb is back
DTS be the Lac, we signin' Shaq contracts
Ninja bikes with blue lights, we
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
Cop the aberrettes
Orange
it the process or accumulated AC/DC?
Can't say for sure but I sure did get a good zing
Got addicted to that ritual they sold for a hefty fee
Maxed out
vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D.T.s had, black, they was rated P.G
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car
an Aleve
It's still all on you, like volume 2 BG
See me DT in a GT
Downtown as I'm G nice in a fresh white tee
See I'm a gangsta, you a wanksta
I'm
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
with law they
Cross that line get fucking knocked
But I don't get mad I just get paper
See me fresh in DTS laughing like hi hater
I tap on the gas
Jjj-Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Grand Hustle nigga, money
You know me I'm so fly
Be looking like money everytime I ride by
Got them benjies in my
Delhi
The day the new Viceroy appeared?
You know, they say that young Lees
Has a girl with D.T.s
And his hopes of promotion are slim
Well, according
[CHORUS]
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name of
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name
the party now and no one had a say in the matter
But sometimes even still, I wish that I was killed by my prenatal anxiety to enter this stupid world
So
for distraction
You won't see me
Not living by the ocean
You won't see me
Faking the potion
You won't see me
Pointing at no caption
You won't see me
the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by
DT's eat faeces
Hookers with moustaches will suck your cock for a free piece
If you're broke, you decease to jerk
So you gots to lurk through
without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I
on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company
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