Dead 'Em All

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Never needed no one, tell me nothing
I'm self-made, y'all self-destruct buttons
Y'all made me bored, I feel like Andre Drummond
I give y'all just a lil' taste but it's always entrées comin'
Now I'm in a different lane
Y'all were kinda in the way, now I stay away from it
Back on my business wit' it
I call the flow with the tempo
I put some money down on myself
Then I made it back tenfold
Watch me double down on your head
Sick of minivan and double beds
I need a splint of relief
Give me some room for my head
I made a brand 'fore I ever made a band
Never needed no advance
Y'all ain't need to know the mans
I'm the boy and I'm the man
Dominique with the jams
I'm a beast, I go hard for the fam
Y'all wouldn't understand
New song written every time I land
It's a lifestyle choice, y'all put it off, we the right now boys
I want a crib in L.A. (Okay)
And I want a crib in my state (Alright)
And I want that shit on a lake (Fo' sho')
And I want to get it today (Okay)
And none of my shit a mistake (No doubt)
And all of your shit imitate

Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
Got my back against the wall (Yeah)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
It's just me against 'em all (Yeah)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
Got my back against the wall (Yeah)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
It's just me against 'em all

They just hoping that I fall
But they hate it when I drop
I ain't famous but I'm hot
If I ain't faded, what the fuck?
Me, I'm back to havin' fun
They all thought that I'd be done (Okay)
Play with house money now (Ooh)
Rap could put me up for months (Months)
Y'all take it too serious or not serious enough
Me I'm right up in the pocket
Mike Vick with the options
I used to play it cautious
'Til I realized I cannot miss
How you talkin' like you real rap, man
All you ever do is pop shit
You a lie, your team phony
You fake persona, your people know it
How you look yourself in the mirror
My liquor dark, my conscience clear
New apartment like every year
Get's old, downgrade it when I'm tryna hit the road
Up top where we gettin' hella cold
Record low (Oh) Nah, it's record sold, yeah
Got the home studio, yeah
With the Rode microphone, yeah
I don't answer to no one
Leave a message at the tone, yeah
Kyrie with the handle
Y'all gotta quit reachin'
I wasn't gonna do the summer thing
But you givin' me a reason

Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
Got my back against the wall (Yeah)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
It's just me against 'em all (Yeah)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
Got my back against the wall (Yeah)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (Dead)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah (Bang)
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all (They dead)
It's just me against 'em all

Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all, yeah
Dead 'em all, dead 'em all