Tommie Rose - Dough

Mic Checka 1, 2 a 1, 2
A Mic Checka 1,2 2
2, 1 2, 1 1, 2 1, 2 2, 1
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Think what you know, this shit is heaven’s flow
I ain’t prepared for nothing, I do got 11 rolled
The bitch done gotta go, holdin’ me back from poppin bro
Give her an umbrella and send r off Mary Poppin so
What is usually? There used to be a mood in me
But stupidly, I do not need any feelings to ruin me
That’s what I thought, till the art show departed me
My artistry kinda left my heart to be a broken artery
What is that?
It’s a dude with some dreads
And his arm is in a cast
This motherfucker must be on some meds
Yeah I been on
Everything you can think off
This has been a milestone
But parts are getting chipped off
So, what is left for me?
Not talking bout directions, be
Heavy on the ashes, shout out to anybody testing me
Keeping me sharp, with a blade in the dark
Trynna push it through my heart
Hit it dead center, but there won’t be no mark
A lot of changes happening in me
What am I becoming to be
Enough shit that I’ll never need
But for now I’ll be heading for the cream
Only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
I’m only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
Only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
I’m only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
Yeah, I need
The dough
Cause I need the dough motherfucker
The dough motherfucker
Armed up to be the one
Karma just conceived my son
Pardon me if this is too explicit for the cheefing ones
But I do need a new bag
Catch me blowing the hash
Say fuck you to your face if you got a problem with that!
I been smoking like it’s 420 everyday boy
While you are getting played like a Gameboy
I been making sure my future payed for
Fuck making love right now, cause we can only make war
So I drop my bombs, cause I need to secure this for myself right
Right
Brothers in arms, not many left, but they always on my right
Right
Persistence is the key and I been doing this since I was in the belly
Motherfuckers keep dying like they Kenny
Cause they think they can fly without first to try out there wings, r Kelly
But my moms didn’t even have to tell me
That my skills have to be killer
My humbleness only realer
Always reach for the best like king Jackson Thriller
King Jackson Thriller
That my skills have to be killer
My humbleness only realer
Always reach for the best like king Jackson Thriller
Thrilla Thrilla
Thrilla Thrilla
A lot of changes happening in me
What am I becoming to be
Enough shit that I’ll never need
But for now I’ll be heading for the cream
Only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
I’m only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
Only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
I’m only headed for the DOUGH Wow Wow
Yeah, I need
The dough
Cause I need the dough motherfucker
The dough motherfucker

Written by:
Tommie Roos

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