DeeNiro - Rock Out

Mob ties in this stu dummy
Never Lacking
Forever reppin'
P.M.E
That's how we moving
Yeah

Round my hittas in this bih
Keep that blick tucked
Camera action flashing out
Whole crew flicked up
Talking crazy knowing damn well
You ain't bullet prone
Set a goofy up
I'm all up in my boo phone

All up in my section
Hittas 'round me step for me
Wonder how his hittas loyal
Can't give up dat recipe
Dealing smoke and gave 'em cancer
Yeah that's that nicotine
Hitta's hate me and I don't know why
I thought that I was they masterpiece
Love the hate they follow cretins
Yeah they never leading
Wanna follow blind
Never cared 'bout a like or follow
The real ah come they'll be my kind
Rock with me while I sell out shows Take a guess man this off the dome
Blessed for real
Man I'm coming home
When I blow coming for the throne

Superstitious smoke no swishers Looking out I'm ducking low
Tryna copy it ain't working
Versatile these different flows
Monkey see what what monkey do
Bless your soul you been a fool
Really hope you prayed to
God
Lil buddy 'cause your payments due
Performing at your bm's house
She said dre you really sexy
You know it baby 'cause I'm dark skin Surprised a shorty ever up and left me
Don't text my phone
I'm out here wildin'
Need nobody watching testing
I want it bad I'm never chillin
Comp is good these beats I'm killing

Wishing up upon a star
Wishing I was timmy turner
Round my hittas pass the oop
23 I love my burner
Sit down while I teach a lesson
You a flunky you a learner
Hitta tried to hit my phone
Begging homie please return her

All up in my section
Hittas 'round me step for me
Wonder how his hittas loyal
Can't give up dat recipe
Dealing smoke and gave 'em cancer
Yeah that's that nicotine
Hitta's hate me and I don't know why
I thought that I was they masterpiece
Love the hate they follow cretins
Yeah they never leading
Wanna follow blind
Never cared 'bout a like or follow
The real ah come they'll be my kind
Rock with me while I sell out shows Take a guess man this off the dome
Blessed for real
Man I'm coming home
When I blow coming for the throne

I got my evil twin right next to me
I call her jasmine
You know she sexy and she real hood Why she mess with has-beens
Quiet hitta I don't talk much
But my words be lasting
They smile up in my face they think They got me I'm just masking
Saying who the toughest step it up Don't care for beef
Try to play me 'cause I'm young
Shoutout hittas like the chief
Moving solo wanna try
Shout out jay I got the keys
Rapping boy this stuff real easy Showed you how it's been a breeze

Written by:
D’André Doyley

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