DDC-2

Still polishing Up The tone Like the beat He say she say Better say what you mean Played it off the humble Now O.D never stumble Aint come for the tags A nigga Here for the bag Far as rap shit Im 20 steps ahead Shooting blindfold just for practice They shit aint slapping No pat down I Bought the pack in Peeped you on the net Takn smoke But you aint match it Handshaking like O could we bury hatchets They see the bull active Basic like them blkc and white Dunks My shits is fragment Variants, kinda scary when I get it have more banks than Tyra Knew me from the rat pack But doley I go crazy like sintra Got a gangsta father Angelic mother Mix together Nother height reached Checked the bucket Fullmetal rogue Put my hands together Formulate some shit to happen and they think its magic Know Dawgz aint never capping