Goat City - Dharma (feat. Enoch & Nasir Ali)

Ugh

Mother fuck a consequence
My common sense been gone I'm all in about it
Mama thinking it's time for me to let go of this shit, she hardly doubt it
I done lost my mind tryna make this here work, man, the awkward silence
Is only due to my conscious grindin. Don't mind my quiet, I'm only plotting been
Bossin up since 96 nigga
E No he been sick nigga
My only goal is that rich nigga
I'm it nigga. You simp nigga
That's it. I could spit flow and I could reload
Or I could pass go, but rather heat blow
My mask is Debo, but God is my soul
You lost like Nemo, you see like E O
Like hold up my goals on leviathan
I power up I go Kaio-ken
I'm right on it, beside spittin prophetic
I cop leverage
You be talkin I walk the shit
Money down to boss up and shit
I don't give a fuck if you shooting for me
I just hired 9 new employees
My to do list goin stupid
Straight water boy it's fluid, know I do this
My stones all silver, you niggas clueless
Throw a party on the east side what's the move then
If your bitch got the fast ass then we move in
She be poppin E's easy she be ruthless
Young niggas lootin, I be on it
Young niggas shootin, in the end if you make it I'm happy

Dharma

Uh. It's Ali. Yeah. Look
Them seven spiritual laws of life, the shit I live by
I'm breaking government regulations just trynna get by
I get fly. So proud of my culture could never fit ties
And all me and shorty like to do is fuck and get high
No lean on luck I think that's just your karmic output
Easily find happiness depending on your outlook
I look out the window of my little 4 door on my way to work
Unmarked vehicles I know that evil lurks and
I pray to God and Lord knows that I don't be in church
But if God ever needed a witness I would be the first, yeah
I call a blessing what you call a miracle. Listen
I call poetic what you calling lyrical
I'm different. Never meant for no pension
I never had shit. I still took it all and risked it
The odds against me fairly it ain't shit in life that's given
Parents held the name down now it's on me to make it bigger
And if it's trouble God, save my brothers. Save my sisters
I had to get out the city to try to play the system
Come back to visit I know they can tell that he missed them
Come back with more to offer every time. That's the mission
More money more money I want more money
Been chasing bitches a nigga done got bored from it
Watch they jump on board you start talking spoiling em
Dats bad milk by the smell can tell. Ain't no avoiding it
Pizza and hot wings delivery all that I'm ordering
She like to put on a show like she in front the audience
Her phone ringing she ignoring it
My phone ringing I gotta pick up money calling in

Written by:
Brian Lucas, Nasir Thomas

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