Dolce - Adapt To Survive

Rappin' was never a part of the plan see 12, you know I'ma hop out
Got bros who trippin' to hop in Lit young niggas sneakin' my Glock in
Rarely I rap, but I'm top ten, Ain't workin' no job, I quit nine to five
My partner, he trippin', he work da four five On four, can't go startin' to feel like R5
In your party, off the Zot 392, just fucked up the lot
See a opp K3 gone head bring da blick in, they want a party, we bringin' a switch in
Matter of fact, go in here and get swiss cheese She talkin' bout a baby, I said, yea bitch please
Twin in da field, yeah, he some like a baseball, Hope da judge don't call you know that I hate y'all
My dawgs on the stick like a bat Niggas cant throw, but twin caught him a hat
Niggas fake throwed, boy y'all niggas ain't killin' Some like Tarzan, boy I hang round gorillas
Tell me a name or a block that you spent Got a bread on her head like we payin' for the rent
Got some fuckin' niggas, I ain't ridin' with that FN Get the Glock in the show, yeah, they bein' my best friend
Ran up, spent me a ticket on lanvins I love me a 10, I know she ain't having it
Niggas be broke and these bitches be broke too
Tryna run up a M just off using pro tools
Fuck around, put me a nigga on fox, just came with a switch and a big ass shock
told my twin tryna be safe, these niggas be killin' We big when I'm lockin', I know Ken don't feel it
Step on that boy, now he under my boot You got a gun, but you ain't gon' shoot
Slide on your block, and they be gettin' mute hoe ain't nun she tryna fuck, cause I'm cute
What it mean? That she green
ARP gone clear out the scene
I guess I'ma junkie, I love the codeine
My very first kill was a bottle of lean
Lion heart startin' to feel like I'm R5
12 be watching my homeboy page cause he hot
When it come to a post, he gon' archive
19, Im really alive
You gotta adapt, just to survive
Lil' bro a real pussy, he ain't got nine lives
Stupid lil' hoe wanna link like a cuban
Dick of the 30, this grown hoe choosing
Adapt to survive, we gon' slide, and we gon' slide again
Yeah, my partner don't care about no L, he got that 5 gen
Boy, you ain't even slidin', you only cryin', you not ridin
No I do not bang when it come down, my family tied in
Yeah, I'm OD geeked, I'm out my body, yeah, I'm fried for real
You did what to who? Name somebody who done died then
Heard he want my head, tell woop da woop, come and slide then
Got sharks in the water, come test your luck, you aint surviving
Rappin' was never a part of the plan, see 12 you know I'ma hop out
Got bros who trippin' to hop in, Lit young niggas sneakin' my glock in
Rarely, I rap, but I don't top ten, Ain't workin' no job, I quit nine to five
My partner, he trippin', he work da four five On four, can't go startin' to feel like R5
In your party, off the Zot 392, just fucked up the lot
See a opp K3 gone head bring da blick in, they want a party, we bringin' a switch in
Matter of fact, go in here and get swiss cheese She talkin' bout a baby, I said, yea bitch please
Twin in da field, yeah, he some like a baseball, Hope da judge don't call you know that I hate y'all

Written by:
Cordae Ellis

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