[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
You got the right one (The right one)
Come from the trenches and I'm gettin’ close to a B (B)
Private or in public, bitch, don't come for me (At all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?)
Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker free
You got the right one (The right one)
I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again, shoot again
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans
And I’m still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great (Uh)
[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
One of a kind, they know I'm the nigga they recognize, a stepper (Big steppin')
I pull up to my hood, they treat me like I'm regular
Private plane, my Rollie plain, I don't do nothin' extra
All the tires on my foreigns bald like Uncle Fester
When I was a youngin', I seen all the cars, the good in the streets and all of the flaws
Niggas with money, the rise and the falls, sent to the yard or a one-way car
I was the chosen one, town shit, I'm the golden son
Next to my bed, keep a loaded gun
Frontline soldier, the boldest one
I say, "It’s in me, never on me baby" (Baby)
My partner’s like, "You goin'?" "Oh, you know me, baby" (Baby)
Eight figures at twenty-four like I’m Kobe, baby (Kobe, baby)
Ten M's, I built a mansion, bro, we goin' crazy
You got the right one (The right one)
Come from the trenches and I'm gettin’ close to a B (B)
Private or in public, bitch, don't come for me (At all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?)
Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker free
You got the right one (The right one)
I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again, shoot again
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans
And I’m still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great (Uh)
[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
One of a kind, they know I'm the nigga they recognize, a stepper (Big steppin')
I pull up to my hood, they treat me like I'm regular
Private plane, my Rollie plain, I don't do nothin' extra
All the tires on my foreigns bald like Uncle Fester
When I was a youngin', I seen all the cars, the good in the streets and all of the flaws
Niggas with money, the rise and the falls, sent to the yard or a one-way car
I was the chosen one, town shit, I'm the golden son
Next to my bed, keep a loaded gun
Frontline soldier, the boldest one
I say, "It’s in me, never on me baby" (Baby)
My partner’s like, "You goin'?" "Oh, you know me, baby" (Baby)
Eight figures at twenty-four like I’m Kobe, baby (Kobe, baby)
Ten M's, I built a mansion, bro, we goin' crazy
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