Dilano DaLion - Karma

Yeah

It's Dilano

Uh, It's my life



Ever since I was young I used to just wanna rap,

Lost some people in my life and they ain't coming back,

Everytime I'm alone I remenice of the past,

Keep your enemies close people switch up over cash,

I grew up broke I had to learn to hustle the bag,

Cause when you at the bottom no one wants to give you a chance,

Mom was getting evicted when I was locked up it was bad,

But it ain't about where I was cause it's about where I'm at



I wanna be the fuckin greatest ever in the game,

Only thing that's stopping me is putting me to my grave,

40 months in the pin they had me locked in the cage,

They wanna book us in the system and then treat us like slaves,

I stay on point like a tip of a blade,

I hung with killers on the yard I was packing the blade,

My life is like a book you gotta flip through the pages,

And I ball so hard I should've been in the Majors



Let me get my suit and tie cause I feel like the mayor,

I got tired of being broke it's time to get to the paper,

Tryna put my momma in a big house with some acres,

Yeah we took a couple losses but we didn't let it break us,

Never really understood why they wanted to cage us,

It's like back in the day we still trappin off pagers,

Don't make me put that mask on like I was Jason,

Everybody tell me Chill yo Dilano be patient'

We came a long way from making songs in the basement,

Put that metal to yo grill and I aint talkin no braces,

I ride with 3 Ks bitch but I'm not racist,

Drop a bomb on yo house and I leave that bitch vacant



I do this for my mom, I do this for my team,

I do this for anybody who say they got a dream, so don't quit,

It's time to get it bringing smoke to the competition,

Tunnel vision moving dope in a Honda Civic,

Count a hundred cash in the back of the Wraith,

I wonder can I make it with no tats on my face,

I wonder will they love me cause I'm better than they,

I'm just tryna stuff a Milli cash in my safe,

Tryna get a record deal to take away the pain,

I hope when I get paid don't nobody change,

How can I rap about money I never made,

We blowing dank, we move it in and out of state,

I made a promise to my momma we goin to the Bahamas,

Then shit went bad I got caught up in all the drama,

Feds got me want me to participate in a line up,

Talk about drugs coming in from Carolina



How the fuck I'm supposed to know when I was touring through China,

Bad bitch name Chyna, I'm feeling on her vagina,

If I said it's all good then I'm probably lying,

I'm tired of my people cryin seen most my people die,

Now I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,

Granny she tried to mold us, stuffin all of this pain in this doja,

Hoping it gives me closure, you wasn't with me when them doors closed up,

Don't have your hands out when I blow up



AH

YEAH

IT'S DILANO

UH

BITCH

YEAH

ITS MY TIME

YEAH

NOW

UHU

Written by:
Dilano Hamama

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