Clap Back

[Danny! talking] I don't get it Y'all forget about me for a whole year, right? I move on with MY life Drop a CD and now everybody got somethin' to say Kills me...takin' cheap shots, callin' me names Y'all must've forgot who I was yo [Verse 1] Check it, allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is D, A-double-N to the Y, I Got in trouble last year and I can't lie Took the rap for a hundred people, and I Came back to give my side of the story Head of the class, but jealous people tried to extort me Tried to say my money stretched a little wider than Porky Th-th-that's all, leave it to me to re-up with heat I need to breathe people, so back off [Danny! talking] Y'all had to get me started It's bad enough I gotta deal with this everyday, y'know I mean, sometimes it gets lonely man I think about it at night Y'know, all the people that claimed to be my best friend Turnin' their backs on me Someone even had the audacity to ask me last week If I knew the code to break into the computer system I'm like, are you serious? I'll give you the code all right And that number is (7-8-5, 4-7 I'm not givin' out the rest) Lemme stop before I incriminate myself any further Charlamagne already does a good job of that [Verse 2] You people can't get past my past I'm gassed, at last they asked Me to be the scapegoat, so take note I'ma say this one time and one time only I'ma keep pleadin' my case until the sun shine on me Regardless of what happened at Claflin I'm glad that I'm rappin' At least I'm doing something with my life Unlike, you other cats still sittin' through assembly at school I'm fixin' to be sittin' in a Bentley, it's cool Some cats never heard of me So they run and get their little rumors from Burger King Last week my label got a phone call from Murder Inc But y'all don't care about that You'd rather try to hold this cat back Get on radio and mention my past But I'm laughin' cause pretty soon y'all be kissin' my... D. Swain, the source of Charlamagne's rage Now we on the same page, maybe YOU should change grades Holla at ya boy [Danny! talking] Y'all got me embarrassed man I had to make like, three beats in two hours Y'know, I'm spittin' over unfinished material right now But uh, don't worry I saved the heat for last Still wanna talk to y'all, so um Just gimme a minute of your time real quick I got somethin' to say, get off my chest [Verse 3] Soon as somebody gets a trick, a gimmick You pricks get in it Quicker than Christmas dinner with grits and spinach Invested hard work and made a decent album Now you people wanna treat me like police did Malcolm? I'll keep the peace, but how come Every time I try to turn down the hate, y'all increase the volume? Dag! Y'all released the beast outta him Now he's on a rampage, it's too late to reach out to him Hearsay's for queers, expelled Danny off a hunch? I guess they had their panties in a bunch I'm just Payton a picture...oops! Did I say "Payton"? I meant to say "painting" a picture So keep takin' your cheap shots, it don't phase me at all I dream big but was born small Callin' me a cornball? I was the best on the yard Keep poppin' junk, you'll be wakin' up with F's on your card, holla [Danny! talking] And it's final exam season so I would watch out if I were you The Boogie Man is back, yeah I do it for the underdogs, man Can't hate me for this one, I had to Man, y'all got me started, for real You can't expel somebody off of hearsay and no evidence man But the irony of it is, I still want my brick in Legacy Plaza So um, after I blow up I'ma give a million dollars to Claflin, word up Can't hate me for that D. Swain, c'mon let's go