Doloville - OP (feat. Theboycq)

I shouldn't be rapping over the beats that I got
That boy CQ outta pocket
That boy been mixing a lot
He get to producing
I guess the titan back in his spot
You know I turn into Kratos
When I be jotting my thoughts
Uh
I apologize
I'm too closed to give way to empathy
My saddest moods gave way when I turned 23
Recollecting my experience handing remedies
At this point, I don't catch feelings
I'm collecting memories
Uh
Momma Mia
Así es la Vida
C'est La Vie
Cruisin' through the city I be gliding low key
Pull up like you contact, You ain't really know a g
OG to my woadies
And the youngins' keep it clean
And I think about the fame
If it never came
Now we in the way way back
Like we never came
Used to drive a foreign
Now it's all about a bigger Benz
I can take Maria shopping
Popping tags she ain't a fan
Dolo diligent with his
Putting rap blogs on notice
Key Roze so verses gone be grizz
Issa Wu Dolo so we rapping for the kids
Ain't too worried bout the bizz

Cq
You know we had to do it to em' baby
Yuh, aye
They'll never understand what I been on
Most places that I go I don't belong
Most people do it wrong
That's why you'll never catch me with a sucka
Let em' pull up son and I jus hand em' to my dawgs
Done with all the gossip, ain't no doubt about it
I know they'll still be talking, they'll be bored without me
It's funny how things changed when I got up out there
But I'm not surprised cause they was never bout' it
Swift wit a lyric, the only way to keep my spirits up
Runnin' to the vices knowing well that they won't fill me up
But filler' up, ironically I'm staying stuck it ain't enough
If I fake my way throughout this life then I'm done
You will never look inside my soul and tell me something I don't know
Reasons why you living ain't the same for me, we different breeds
It's bigger than a check I'm bout' what's next, I'm talking things unseen
You can go and label me but that's what I expect from thee
Ahh
I'm rollin' wit squad hittas
We finna be top hittas
We playin' that cleanup,
Big Papi the mop hitta
No plannin' to stop wit it
I pop then I lock wit it
I cock then I drop hittas
Aye aye
I do change in subtle subtle ways
You do change so everybody sees
You out there prayin' on that street corner
Hoping that everybody sees

Written by:
Adolfo Arciniega, Caius Quiroz

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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