D.O.A.

[Verse 1: Symba] 4 door Panamera, nigga that's my next car Until then I treat the Chevy pedal like a Tesla Feeling like I'm Money Mitch, I done made a grip today Looking like the shit and I ain't even took a shit today Got these niggas pissed off, I ain't even piss today Working like I'm still a slave, in here going renegade Niggas say they know me, but was never homies Only rocked with me when I had it rolling Got a chip on my shoulder that's just to keep me focused You say you want me to tell my story well listen closer Looking for closure in this weed and mimosa Never lived up to my momma's standards of being noble I'm so global, I'm local, too social to waist a vocal Got so much dough out the postal I shop and don't look at totals Let's keep it real, you know you'll never be on my level Just to break the revolution well militia with Neville Never looking to settle, put some work on my schedule I'll be waiting on your call getting face like a freckle I'm on core links mailing my Big Bro in the federal We got 16 days and it's back to this cheddar Niggas mad they ain't eatin', looking salty as pepper Talking beef, brody waiting with his grill like a weber I be ridin' in my whip spillin' ash out the tray When your blunts this big you gotta ash on a plate I wasn't smoking I was focused that was back in the day Still focused just high and captivating my cake I would argue with my momma, and then I hit the killer And at that moment I knew I was gonna be the nigga Started living with shorty she put me back in position Got from under my momma and back on top of my mission Can't take the heat get the fuck out the kitchen Ya'll niggas fraud as them chains ya'll rentin' Yeah that's a rollie, but why that motherfucka' tickin' Flow so real I can barely spell fiction, nigga [Verse 2: Symba] I said the games all fucked up, you can't even be yourself They want you to sell your soul, you can't even see yourself They think I ain't ready I'mma rap my way up off the shelf I'm ready to brawl with whoever say they got the belt I grew up with some money, material shit was nothing My fam said no mater the situation we run it That's why I go wherever and be looking for the best Cause that shit you take as a threat is what we'll never respect I be dippin' for the dough, on the low, and they hate it That I'm up getting paper and they to sleepy to chase it People like me is too motivated for waitin' I'm OJ nigga, if it's mine I'mma take it Respect what we doing and I'll respect what you're saying Until that day if you ain't playing me than you playing They say I'm too much than tell me it ain't enough So I wanna tell you that we no longer give a fuck I been shitin' on these niggas since I was coming up I was 14 in a stang, I was 16 in a truck I was 18 in a beamer, I was 20 in your bitch Went broke and now I'm 22 and back to getting rich Ain't no maintaining niggas who could switch they location You touch that paper then adapt to the situation Took my mind off everything, but my destination Because all that shit in between will block what's in the making Young Nate Nino, nigga