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So I added a verse onto this song from our last tape, tried some new mixing for my verse as well.
Mr. DGAF (ft. Eedee)
SHORT STOP
(Prod. by Bennie Ward)
[Verse 1: Mr. DGAF]
Same shit, new week, all I do’s sleep
Eat, breathe, keep thinking that I’ll do things
I’m stuck in my ways, two feet shuffled
Knees buckle; tie my shoe strings to each other
But y’all are tripping if I’m giving it up
You got a better chance of milking a duck
Suck a dick if you mixing me up with anyone other
Than Biggie Smalls, Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, spitting these bars
With the confidence of Nas, and the cockiness of Pac
Story-telling like Cole, Hov with compliments to Rakim
Cocksuckers outdated, I’m out paying rent
Writing movies you mother fuckers are Blockbuster
The jobs done and I could give a fuck if you stop hating
On your laptop chilling in your mom’s basement
Stop playing I’m a dog chasing any male ahead of me
The postal service said they got a job waiting
I got a calling card, they saw a flop? Not at all
I’m a King, you’re a fallen pawn
I got alarms set on anybody sleeping on me
Dropping bombs, I’m atomic better read it and weep, bitch
There’s not a song I won’t kill that shit
Stomp it out, bury it for you to dig that shit
I’m illmatic, coasting on a ship crashing
I still can’t swim; I guess I’ll have to get back in
Steer that ship and find the Holy Grail at the end
Can’t convince me that I won’t prevail with a win
Flow is buried in sin, I’m barely human
A weary student that skips class, like I’m Ferris Buehler
But still pass I’m aware to assist
And kick ass while I dare you to spit
And shoot past all the regular shit
But you live on the bench, and I’m the franchise player
Think I’ll bust, you’re damn right baby
I’ll explode like the star that I am, and if nothing remains
Then I’ll bust when I cum on your face, bitch
But never making it big? You gotta better shot
Raising a kid with no limbs who can play in the league
Don’t shoot me down now I’m chasing a dream
There’s no place in between, and if I have to fall
Then I’ma make a crater as big as the budget that they paid for a scene
In Avatar, with an anger unseen and havoc thoughts
It’s a dangerous thing, but I’ve balanced it all
Static channels in the background, collapse in song
Unraveling backwards faster than you channel a thought
Change the station quickly!
Erase the history, put your tracks in a trash can and make it empty!
And hope they don’t pass it at all
My passion evolved
This isn’t just a flash in the pan
This is a chef whipping work with the back of his hands
Grilling motherfuckers, killing motherfuckers
I’m the illest motherfucker
If you feel it better listen motherfuckers
I’m a sure shot, Derek Jeter
When I make it to the top, but I guarantee this won’t be a short stop
[Verse 2: Eedee]
Of course not, I'll hit this outta the park
No way I'll get to home plate, I'm countin' the stars
Eyes naked - Just got to a thousand and I
Aw, screw it, man, the sun came out
What the fuck they 'bout?
Thinkin' they know me better than I?
Step into my 13's, you'd never survive
It's a miracle I haven't dropped dead
My classic hot head got bested by some B.S.
See, let's speak about this when I get older
If I'ma sit on the bench, might as well go and get swole and
Get told that I'll never reach a peak
Fuck a peak man, I'll reach for the stars
Fuck the stars, man I'll reach for the start
Of the universe to make sure I go out with a bang
I'll shoulder the blame, you add more to the flames
He's waitin', keep pacin', breathe, be patient
If you force those, we'll have to wrestle it out
You'll turn red and you're out, make you tap out in morse code
Get cremated by the fire I spit
To reiterate the message: life is a bitch
It's hectic, lessons to be learned and be taught
I ain't sure if I'm hot, but these words are an art
It's weird how I stop and wonder
But this is big game huntin' and I got the Hunter
